My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 836:

Carrie valued her pen name, Katrina, and had always put great effort into her scripts. Even during financially tough times, she accepted commercial work under a different name to avoid tarnishing Katrina’s reputation.

Kristopher knew she was a screenwriter but had never shown any interest in her scripts.noveldrama

Her commercial dramas didn’t rely on forced melodrama; instead, she strove to create nuanced characters and meaningful narratives, aiming to leave the audience with something of value.

Kristopher was the one who had looked down on her work, looking down on everything about her. It had been this way, both in the past and now.

No matter what had happened in the past or what was happening now, what could she have possibly done to deserve such hatred from him? Hatred so intense that he never even tried to understand her before passing judgment.

She recalled that he hadn’t treated others this way.

When Lise’s misdeeds came to light, he still chose to believe in Lise, making excuses for her actions.

Even though he had disliked Aliza before his memory loss, he never showed such contempt for her as he did toward Carrie.

Just as Carrie’s inner thoughts churned with silent curses toward Kristopher, the metallic jingle of keys against the door announced someone’s arrival.

Before anyone else could react, Kristopher strode forward to open the door. Nicol Hewitt stepped inside, his reputation as a distinguished practitioner preceding him. “Have you been experiencing any headaches lately?” he inquired while exchanging his shoes.

Kristopher’s attending physician had specifically recommended Nicol during the hospital stay. The doctor had admitted his limitations in treating amnesia but spoke highly of Nicol’s expertise with complex cases, including previous success with memory loss patients.

Kristopher relieved Nicol of his bag, his voice carefully neutral as he shared, “The headaches have intensified over the past few days.”

“Has anything surfaced from your memory?” Nicol’s gaze lifted.

“Fragments of the past have emerged, but they remain hazy. Each recollection brings pain that threatens to split my skull open.” His eyes drifted deliberately toward Carrie.

The sight of him triggered Carrie’s own memory of that day at the shopping mall, when pain had contorted his features.

Her mind wandered to the possibilities — which version of herself had he remembered in that moment? The best of her, or the worst? Their eyes connected briefly before Carrie hastily averted her gaze, desperate to avoid any further misunderstandings between them.

Nicol observed this subtle exchange with a knowing smile. “This is Carrie, Reece’s cousin. You two are already acquainted, correct?” Given that the Morrison family had arranged for

Kristopher’s attending physician, their paths crossing seemed perfectly natural.

Kristopher had always prided himself on his rational nature, dismissing superstitions and mystical notions. Yet this ordinary coincidence stirred something deeper—an inexplicable sense of fate. This feeling wasn’t isolated to today; every encounter with Carrie awakened it to some degree.

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