My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 987:

Carrie narrowed her eyes, a hint of suspicion slipping into her gaze.

“Are you trying to let me win again?”

He leaned back with an easy shrug. “No, that’s just how I usually play.”

Carrie exhaled and extended her hand for another round.

Despite her efforts, Daxton won again—and again. Three games, three losses. She had no choice but to let him go first.noveldrama

Carrie pouted slightly, a flicker of regret crossing her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Daxton watching her, and in that instant, a strange feeling settled over her—as if she had already lost before the game had even begun.

Shaking off the thought, she straightened her posture and tilted her chin toward the blue box. “You can start,” she said coolly.

Daxton picked up a piece and placed it on the board.

Carrie studied his opening move, her mind working swiftly.

His strategy was easy to read—or so she thought. Though she appeared relaxed, every one of her moves was calculated, her gaze sharp as she tried to decipher his true intentions.

The game unfolded in a steady rhythm, each turn a test of wits. Just as Carrie was beginning to feel confident, convinced she had mapped out his approach, she suddenly realized something alarming—Daxton had been leading her exactly where he wanted all along.

She had been so focused on attacking that she had overlooked the bigger picture. While she had been maneuvering toward victory, he had quietly set up an alternate path to checkmate her.

Her pink pieces were poised for the final strike, but now she saw it—his next move would end the game in his favor. A wave of resignation washed over her. She let out a soft breath and leaned back against the sofa, waiting for him to claim his win.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched his hand hover over the board, his long fingers delicately placing a piece. But something was wrong.

Carrie straightened, her eyes locking onto the board. The piece wasn’t where it was supposed to be. She blinked in disbelief.

Daxton leaned back, gesturing toward his blue pieces with an easy smile. His voice was light, almost playful. “The outcome is already clear,” he said smoothly.

His confidence was so effortless that, for a moment, Carrie almost believed he had genuinely miscalculated.

But she wasn’t a fool. Smiling faintly, she placed her pink piece down with purpose. “Daxton, you underestimated me. You’ve already lost the chance to place your final piece.”

His gaze flickered to the board, feigning regret. Then, with a begrudging sigh, he grinned. “Let’s play another round. You just got lucky.”

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