My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 830:

News had reached him of Torrie’s early exit and Aliza’s subsequent apology to Carrie, but he had dismissed it as typical tension between an ex-wife and fiancée. The Morrison family’s reputation for fairness had led him to minimize his concerns. Aliza’s silence on the matter had seemed to confirm its insignificance.

Now, however, as Aliza’s accusations hung in the air, his lingering doubts about Carrie transformed into profound revulsion.

“Why did you keep this from me?” he demanded, his voice sharp with newfound coldness.

Kristopher might not remember everything about Aliza, but in the time he had spent with her, one thing was clear—she wasn’t the type to keep grievances to herself. If she had truly suffered such humiliation, why hadn’t she mentioned it before? After all, he had assumed it was nothing more than minor friction between two women—something not worth his involvement.

But he hadn’t expected Carrie to be this awful.

Aliza’s face transformed into a mask of martyred devotion. “I wanted to protect our happiness, to shield you from any conflict with the Morrison family. All I’ve ever wanted was to be with you, nothing more.”

A flicker of guilt surfaced in Kristopher’s heart.

No one was perfect. A girl like Aliza, who had grown up pampered and protected by her family, was bound to be a little impatient when taking care of someone else. But wasn’t the fact that she tried—even when it clearly wasn’t in her nature—proof of how much she cared? She was willing to change herself for him. She was doing things she didn’t like for him. And yet, here he was, nitpicking her every reaction. Wasn’t that unfair?

His gaze darkened. Carrie’s acting was too good—so good that he had almost been fooled.

They were divorced. There was nothing between them. So why would she still care about him?noveldrama

With that thought, his expression toward Carrie turned cold.

Carrie, seeing the shift in his eyes, knew that his episode had passed.

She curled her lips into a self-deprecating, cold smile. Just moments ago, he had been leaning into her touch, seeking comfort from her presence. But now, the moment his fiancée arrived, his entire attitude flipped.

Was he afraid Aliza would get jealous? That she’d misunderstand? If he loved Aliza so much, then why had he just been asking about their past?

She straightened, tilting her chin up, her voice sharp and distant.

“Miss Herrera, you’re mistaken. This isn’t Herrera family property—it’s a public place. I have every right to be here. Running into Mr. Norris was purely by chance. He was standing under the scorching sun and nearly fainted, so I helped him inside and bought him a bottle of water. I would’ve done the same for anyone, even a homeless person on the street. There’s no need for you to be so worked up.”

She paused, a mocking smile tugging at her lips. “Miss Herrera, if you care so much about your fiancé, then take good care of him—so I won’t have the chance to step in like today.”

“When—when have I not been taking care of Kristopher?!” Aliza’s voice rose an octave, the panic in her tone betraying her guilt. Kristopher didn’t notice the subtle shift in her expression. Instead, his gaze stayed locked on Carrie, dark and unreadable.

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Message from Noah: Happy weekend dear readers! God loves you and Noah wishes you all the best. (=◡=) /

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