My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 631:

Carrie rushed between them, her arms outstretched as though physically shielding Reece. She turned to Kristopher, her eyes blazing. “If you touch him again, I’ll call the police. I mean it.”

Kristopher’s chest heaved, his face flushed with anger and disbelief. His eyes, bloodshot from the strain of the fight, bore into her. “Carrie, you’ve known him for what—days? And this is how you defend him? He started this!”

“I don’t need you to tell me who he is,” Carrie shot back, her tone icy.

She turned her attention to Reece, her expression softening as she saw his battered face. Concern etched into every line of her features. “You’re a mess. Come on, we’re going to the hospital. You have work tomorrow—how are you supposed to face people like this?”

Aliza, who had been observing the unfolding drama with mounting shock, finally stepped closer. To her, Kristopher and Reece had always been the epitome of control and refinement. Yet here they were, reduced to this over one woman. It was shocking to see such a classic love triangle unfold between two men so distinguished.

She shifted her focus to Kristopher, noticing the blood seeping through the bandage on his hand and dripping onto the floor. Her eyes widened. “Kristopher, you’re bleeding again!” The wound on Kristopher’s hand had reopened, soaking the bandage with blood, which dripped onto the floor.

She pulled out her scarf, quickly wrapping it around his hand. “Mom!” she called out to her mother in the room. “Get a car ready! He needs to go to the hospital right now!”

But Kristopher didn’t acknowledge her efforts. His gaze remained fixed on Carrie, who was fussing over Reece as though Kristopher didn’t exist. He felt a tightness in his chest.

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“Let’s go,” Carrie said softly, sliding her arm under Reece’s for support.

Reece managed a weak but warm smile, ruffling her hair. “Are you full? If not, let’s grab a late-night snack. I owe you.” Carrie gave him a playful slap on the arm, her lips quirking in exasperation. “You’re still thinking about food? Why did you get into a fight with him?”

“Ouch,” Reece teased, dramatically sucking in a breath. Carrie gasped, immediately withdrawing her hand. “I didn’t mean to— let me check when we’re in the car.”

The easy banter between them was like salt in Kristopher’s wounds. He stood frozen, his hands clenched at his sides, the pain in his hand paling compared to the sharp, searing ache in his chest.noveldrama

The scene before him pulled Kristopher into a haunting memory—the sharp sting of Nate’s blade sunk into his flesh. Back then, he’d played on Carrie’s sympathy, feigning weakness to draw her closer.

Now, he tried the same tactic, silently hoping she would notice his injury, hoping for just a flicker of the concern she used to show him. But she didn’t even glance his way. Her attention was entirely on Reece, her gaze brimming with worry and care she once reserved for him.

Kristopher had pictured this reunion so many times, imagining Carrie’s anger, her hatred, even her sharp words cutting into him. But not this. He hadn’t expected to feel like a stranger to her, hadn’t imagined her moving on so effortlessly, standing at another man’s side with such ease.

Desperation twisted in his chest, driving him to shout after her retreating figure. “Carrie, do you really think he loves you? He’s just using you to bolster the Morrison family’s influence in the Music Association!” His voice was raw, louder than he intended.

She stopped. For a moment, a flicker of hope sparked within him as she turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see her profile.

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