My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 9:

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His breathing grew heavy, yet he remained composed, slowly removing his tailored suit.

The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie’s cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon.

It was unmistakably Jo Malone’s Blue Agava and Cacao—Lise’s signature scent.

A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization.

As Kristopher’s eyes, now shaded with a stormy intensity, drew nearer to hers, the proximity conjured unwelcome visions of him with Lise.

Her stomach churned violently, and with a sudden movement, she pushed him away, propping herself up with a jolt and a dry retch.

“Ugh.”

Her stomach had been empty all day, leaving her with nothing to bring up.

The desire in Kristopher’s gaze flickered out, replaced by a cold, detached expression as he withdrew slightly.

Observing the genuine distress and the reddening of Carrie’s eyes, Kristopher perceived her reaction as outright disgust at their closeness.

He paused, adjusting his shirt cuffs, his voice cold as he confronted her.

“Carrie, is this reaction reserved only for me, or is it how you respond to all men?”

The air in the room turned frosty, thick with tension.

Carrie swallowed the sharp sting in her throat, her eyes widening in shock as she stared up at him.noveldrama

Ever since their marriage, she had cut ties with nearly all her male friends, yet here was Kristopher, casually tossing out comments sharp enough to cut glass.

The years of love she had poured into their relationship now seemed utterly futile.

Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold.

Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher’s face.

All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion.

Her bathrobe, loosened in the heat of the moment, slipped from her shoulders.

Ignoring the flush of exposure, she quickly gathered the fabric and draped it around herself, her movements swift and firm.

The impact of her slap had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher’s cheek, marking him with her outrage.

His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. “Carrie, are you out of your mind?”

Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place.

Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest.

Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration providing a brief respite from their standoff.

Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode toward the door, his back rigid with tension.

Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. “We’re getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!”

Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, “I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you.” With that, he forcefully shut the door.

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