My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1024:noveldrama

And what was more baffling—he seemed completely unaware, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The subtle resistance in her hand made him pause. Realizing she wasn’t walking with him, he turned back, brows slightly furrowed.

“Where are you headed?” he asked. “I’ll take you.”

Carrie had sensed something was different for a while, but it was only now that she fully realized—Kristopher’s hostility toward her had vanished. His demeanor had softened, echoing the way he used to be before the divorce, when they’d shared an easy closeness, the kind that came naturally to a married couple.

“Did you get your memory back?” Carrie asked abruptly before she could stop herself.

Kristopher blinked, stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

“No.”

Carrie pulled her hand from his gently and took a small step back, putting space between them. Her gaze stayed locked on his, skeptical.

“Are you sure?” she pressed.

Kristopher frowned. There was a strange glint in his eyes, like he was trying to read her just as deeply.

“Why would you ask that?”

Carrie kept her tone even.

“Because in the past, you’d never act like this. If we ran into each other, you’d accuse me of scheming—say I planned the whole thing just to get close to you. Even if you had helped me, you wouldn’t be standing here talking to me like this.”

Kristopher didn’t respond. He just stood there, silent. She took a moment to study him. His complexion was pale, his body still thin and clearly not fully recovered from the accident. His physical weakness hadn’t improved at all.

Her brow furrowed as a thought surfaced—something Jenesis had once asked her: If you had to choose… would you rather Kristopher stay alive and not love you, or be gone forever?

There was no “what if” to cling to—no alternate ending. Kristopher hadn’t just forgotten her. He’d moved on. Fallen for someone else. Engaged to someone else. Now, he belonged to another life—a life that had nothing to do with her.

Hearing Carrie speak with such clarity, such distance, hit him harder than he expected.

He had thought—maybe, somewhere deep down—that she still hoped he’d remember. That she longed for him to come back to her, to recall their past. But her words carried no trace of longing. No plea. Just the facts. She was ready to walk away.

Kristopher stood there in silence, unsure of what to say, what to feel. And just as she turned slightly, ready to go, he finally found his voice.

“Am I really that awful in your eyes?”

Carrie paused mid-step, glancing over her shoulder. Her tone was gentle, but steady.

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