My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 3:

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After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie’s eyes, unstoppable and full of sorrow.

It might be time for her to free herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions—to stop deceiving herself.

The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid.

Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf.

In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible.

She received basic care—quick cleaning and a swift wrap of bandages—at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house.

Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher’s name, was technically their matrimonial residence.

Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around.

She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, realizing that her life could be adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner.

Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa as her gaze drifted across the empty space.noveldrama

The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere.

A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away.

In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day?

Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor.

Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones.

The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation.

It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness—it was almost tangible, enveloping her.

The silence around her seemed to press in on her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache.

Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually.

Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence.

“You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?” Kristopher’s voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever.

Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call.

Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end.

“Kristopher, will you join me to…”

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