My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 605:

He memorized every detail of her—her expressions, her movements, the way her hands rested on her lap as she knelt. He knew these memories might be all he had left to carry through the empty years ahead.

One night, as Carrie leaned against the wall, her head drooping in restless sleep, Kristopher approached quietly. His heart twisted as he gazed at her serene, yet exhausted face. Without a sound, he pulled out his phone and snapped a photo.

It was the only picture he had of her, of them. They had never taken wedding photos. This solitary image would have to suffice, a fragile keepsake of what might have been.

On the day of the funeral, the cemetery filled with somber figures dressed in black. Relatives of the Norris family mingled with Carrie’s own circle of friends, their quiet murmurs blending into the chill of the air.

Camille approached Carrie, taking her hand gently. Her lips pressed into a thin line, but her eyes spoke volumes of the sympathy she could not find words to express.

Carrie, clad in black with a single white flower pinned to her chest, looked thinner than ever. Her already frail frame seemed even more delicate after her recent injuries, as if a single gust of wind could shatter her. Kristopher stood beside her, his suit perfectly pressed, but his presence seemed heavier, almost oppressive.

Camille forced herself to avoid looking at him, fearing her anger might boil over and cause a scene. Today wasn’t about Kristopher or anyone else. Gracie deserved a peaceful farewell. Carrie, however, remained emotionally detached. Occasionally, her gaze flickered toward Kristopher, but there was no emotion behind it—neither love nor hate.

That indifference cut deeper than any anger could.

Tristan showed up too, though his intentions were far from noble. He was not there to mourn Gracie but to ingratiate himself with the wealthy and powerful connected to the Norris family.

Before he could even make it to the cemetery, Oliver intercepted him at the foot of the mountain. With a sharp warning and a steely glare, Oliver sent him packing.

Back at home, Tristan’s wounded pride sparked another argument with Cindy, one that quickly turned physical.

Carrie remained blissfully unaware of the chaos.

When Daxton arrived, his expression was subdued. He approached Carrie and offered a simple, “My condolences.” His gaze lingered for a moment before shifting to Kristopher, carrying a faint but unmistakable edge of provocation.

Kristopher’s fists clenched at his sides. He fought to suppress the anger bubbling within, knowing an outburst here would only solidify Carrie’s disdain.

Melany and Shawn were there, their grief quietly evident, while Billie stood at a distance, hesitant. She fidgeted with her hands, wanting to approach Carrie but unsure of what to say.

She had wronged Carrie too deeply, and she knew it. But as a mother, she had acted to protect her daughter, even at the expense of someone else’s happiness.

Perhaps it was true, Billie thought. Carrie and Kristopher were never meant to be. After everything they had endured, maybe the only way forward was to let go, no matter how painful the parting might be.

The elderly couple from the Norris family approached Carrie, their steps heavy with age and guilt. Shawn spoke first, his voice trembling. “Carrie, we feel deeply ashamed for failing Gracie.”noveldrama

Carrie reached out, her hands warm and steady as she clasped theirs. Her tone was calm but resolute. “Shawn, Melany, please do not say that. None of this is your fault, and you have nothing to atone for. In my heart, you will always be my grandparents.”

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