My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 983:

A quiet, shaky breath escaped Aliza. Relief coursed through her. Admitting her mistake had worked far better than stubbornly denying everything.

She leaned into Kristopher’s embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around him. “Kristopher, I was so scared,” she sobbed, pressing her head against his chest. “I thought you’d never forgive me. I’ve already lost our baby, and I was terrified of losing you too. I know I have my flaws—I’m petty, and I overthink things. But I’ll change. I promise.”

Kristopher’s hand gently patted her back, a mix of comfort and guilt in his touch. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You’re still young. It’s natural to have some emotional outbursts. I’m sorry too. Because I can’t remember our past, I’ve kept my distance, and that’s caused so many misunderstandings.”

Aliza tightened her hold, as if afraid he might slip away. Her tears slowed, replaced by a steady, deliberate calm. “As long as you’re by my side, I’ll be fine,” she whispered.

Kristopher’s voice softened further, his resignation apparent. “I’ll always be by your side.”

Several days had passed.

Daxton had just finished preparing lunch and went to find Carrie, but she was nowhere to be seen in either the living room or her bedroom. Emerging from another room, Jennie noticed Daxton’s perplexed expression as he scanned the living room. She asked, “Mr. Garcia, are you searching for Ms. Campbell? She’s been in the walk-in closet for quite some time now and hasn’t come out.”

“The walk-in closet?” Daxton’s brow furrowed in confusion. He couldn’t recall Carrie mentioning any plans to go out.

“Jennie, the meal’s ready. Would you mind setting the table?” Daxton casually asked as he removed his apron. With that, he headed toward the closet.

Upon entering, he found Carrie in front of a full-length mirror, attired in casual loungewear, scrutinizing her reflection from various angles. Softening his tone, Daxton playfully asked, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

As Carrie turned to face him, he altered his voice to a falsetto and interjected, “It has to be our beloved Carrie, of course.” With a chuckle, he approached and embraced her from behind.

Instantly, he sensed her tense up. Their relationship had officially begun over a month ago, yet their interactions remained somewhat platonic. Carrie always seemed hesitant with gestures like hand-holding or embraces, initially recoiling before slowly warming up to his touch.

The physical hesitation left him feeling uneasy, but he reassured himself, believing that with enough time, even the hardest heart could soften. He reminded himself that Carrie and Kristopher had gradually fallen in love over the course of their marriage, not instantly.noveldrama

Time passed, and if Kristopher had managed, then surely Daxton could too. He wrapped his arms around her gently and asked, “Why are you in the walk-in closet by yourself? Are you choosing something for an event coming up?”

Gently extricating herself from his grasp, Carrie stepped away and positioned herself before the mirror. She asked, “Do you think pregnancy has changed my figure much?”

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