My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 823:

One of them—the shorter one—was Lise. He recognized her frame, her posture.

But the other woman… Something inside him whispered a name. Carrie.

He knew Lise was believed to be the recipient of his sister Lisa’s heart. He also knew that he had made the error that led to that misunderstanding. The true recipient was Aliza’s cousin.

But what connection did Lise and Carrie have? Why would they be shopping together? And why—of all things—would they purchase the same dress? Even stranger, why was Carrie causing a scene? Yelling at people?

The confusion gnawed at him, sending his mind spiraling into another memory—one far more dangerous. The Morrison family’s reunion banquet. The moment he lost control. The moment his lips had crashed onto Carrie’s in a fevered, possessive kiss.

Why did he always feel such a strong pull toward Carrie? It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t rational. Could it be the residual effects of habitual physical memory—a subconscious reaction from their two years of marriage?

The question had haunted him for days.

Kristopher had always been a man of extraordinary self-discipline. He had never been ruled by carnal desire, never the type to lose control over a woman. He believed that the mind was the master of the body, that true success came from discipline—from restraint. Yet, time and time again, Carrie had unraveled that discipline. She made him lose control. She made him act against his very nature.

His head began to throb. The fragmented images in his mind flickered—chaotic, overlapping with reality. The pain surged like a tidal wave, crushing him from within.

His fingers trembled. His phone slipped from his grasp, hitting the floor. The screen shattered instantly, cracks spiderwebbing across the glass.

Kristopher didn’t even register the loss. Pain exploded behind his eyes, sharp and searing. His entire body tensed as he doubled over, his hands clutching his head.

A voice, distant and frantic, broke through the haze. “Kristopher! Kristopher, are you okay? Is your head aching again?” It was Aliza.

She crouched beside him, her hands trembling as she dug through her bag in search of his painkillers.

“Water! Someone get me water!” she barked at the sales associate.

The saleswoman, momentarily stunned, quickly snapped into action. Within seconds, a glass of water was placed in Aliza’s outstretched hands.

She popped the pills into Kristopher’s mouth, then lifted the glass to his lips. “Honey, take this. You’ll feel better after the medicine kicks in.” Her voice sounded distant, like an echo from another world.noveldrama

His vision blurred as reality and the chaotic images in his mind overlapped.

His hands shook as he reached for the water, missing twice before he finally managed to grasp it. Even then, most of it spilled down his chest before he could swallow the pills.

He must have looked utterly pathetic.

The medicine worked quickly, dulling the worst of the pain. Slowly, his breathing steadied, and the dizziness faded. But as he came back to his senses, he became aware of the silent stares around him.

The admiration in the eyes of the women who had been watching him earlier had disappeared, replaced by hesitation, wariness, even fear. They stepped back, as if worried that he would suddenly lash out.

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