My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 980:

Kristopher’s expression tightened. He had always looked down on Daxton, seeing his business methods as ruthless and unprincipled. Yet today, he couldn’t argue—every word struck uncomfortably close to the truth.

When had he become this person?

Somewhere deep inside, Kristopher knew the answer. To admit it, though, would be to acknowledge a truth he wasn’t ready to face: that his anger, his jealousy, his need to control Carrie had all been twisted echoes of something he didn’t fully understand.

Could he really still care for a woman he had once accused of only loving him for money?

No. That couldn’t be it.

He had to be imagining things—this was just the result of a muddled mind, remnants of a past he no longer remembered. After a long, tense silence, he finally muttered, “I’ll stay away from her. Once Aliza and I get married, we’ll leave Isonridge.”

Daxton’s gaze remained steady. “You’d better keep your word.” With that, he turned and left, leaving Kristopher alone in the quiet room.

Kristopher’s eyes drifted to the surveillance footage Daxton had left behind. The silent recording replayed on the screen—Aliza searching for someone, her expression anxious. The realization settled heavily in his chest. After a long moment, he switched off the footage, gathered his things, and left. He drove toward the Herrera family’s villa.

At the Herrera family’s villa, Aliza had just returned from the hospital. Days of health-recovery meals had worn down her appetite, so today, finally back home, she had eagerly ordered takeout—rich, flavorful, and far from the bland meals she’d endured.

She was halfway through a juicy steak when the housekeeper hurried in, slightly out of breath.

Aliza frowned, annoyance flashing across her face. “Didn’t I tell you to get me milk tea? Why are you back already? If you can’t even handle a simple errand, maybe I should find someone who can.”

The housekeeper caught her breath, her tone cautious. “Miss, your fiancé is at the gate of the villa compound.”

Aliza’s eyes widened in alarm. She stood abruptly, the fork clattering onto her plate. “Why are you just standing there? Clean this up—take it to the kitchen!”

She dropped her fork in frustration. “I’m going to my room. If Kristopher asks, tell him I’m resting. Say I’m not feeling well.”noveldrama

Without waiting for a response, she hurried upstairs, her heart racing.

As the housekeeper finished cleaning the table, she took the leftovers to the kitchen. Suddenly, the doorbell rang through the house.

She quickly made her way to the door and opened it.

Upon opening the door, she was met with Kristopher’s slight frown. He spoke coldly, “Were you at the gate earlier? Why did you rush back when you saw me?”

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