My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1064:

Around them, the Morrison family observed the interaction with gentle smiles and tactful silence. One by one, they began to slip away, sensing it was time to give the couple space.

Reece clapped Daxton lightly on the shoulder. “I’ll trust you to escort her home then.”

Luca, who had remained quiet behind the others, looked at Daxton for a long moment. His voice, when it came, was soft but firm. “Take good care of Carrie.”

There was more behind those words than simple courtesy. A quiet plea. A warning.

Daxton nodded solemnly. “I will, Mr. Morrison. I will take good care of her.”

Carrie stood off to the side, bouquet resting in her arms, but the warm approval in the air did not touch her. There was no joy in this moment. Everyone acted as if the script had already been written—that she and Daxton were a done deal, a happy ending complete with a baby and vows. But inside her, something stirred uneasily.

This was not the life she wanted.

It was not that Daxton lacked kindness or failed to treat her well. He did everything right. But when it came to love, real love—there needed to be more. A spark. A wild beat of the heart. Something unpredictable.

Carrie slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door with a quiet click. Without a word, Daxton leaned across her, the scent of his cologne drifting into her space as he reached for her seatbelt.

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There was no mention of going home. His tone gave the illusion of a choice, but the way his hand lingered on the buckle and his eyes remained on her face made it clear—he had already made the decision for both of them.

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Given that they were a couple, perhaps his assumption wasn’t entirely out of place.

Carrie paused, weighing her options. “Let’s watch a movie,” she said softly.

If they went for drinks, the evening would most likely spiral into a heavy silence, one laced with tension and the looming threat of another conversation about marriage—something she had no interest in revisiting.

“Alright,” Daxton replied, throwing her a glance before focusing back on the road and starting the engine.

A heavy silence settled between them, thick and unspoken. For several minutes, only the low hum of the car filled the space—until Daxton finally broke it.

“My overseas project is going well. Once you have the baby, you could take work a little less seriously—treat it more like a hobby.”

The words hit her like a sharp gust of wind, knocking her mind back to another time—those two long, stifling years she had spent as Kristopher’s housewife. She had buried her dreams under the weight of domestic duties and had emerged from it with a dull ache of regret that never truly went away.

Daxton had not said she needed to quit. He had not used the word housewife. But Carrie heard the implication clear as day. Was this his subtle way of nudging her back into that same suffocating role?

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