My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1071:

Carrie, on the other hand, had been innocent throughout. Even when he had been cold or cruel, she had never retaliated. When she encountered him during one of his episodes, she didn’t run—she stayed, comforted him, and soothed the sharpest edges.noveldrama

It was only now, through contrast, that he understood who had truly cared for him. Even without memories of their past, her compassion in recent days said enough. They weren’t lovers anymore, just former partners navigating complicated terrain—but she had treated him better than anyone else around him.

That realization stung, especially when he pictured Daxton—the kind of man who would cross every line—getting close to Carrie.

Kristopher never truly believed Daxton had feelings for Carrie. It wasn’t love—it was ownership Daxton was after, the kind of possessiveness that turned people into trophies.

What had become clear over the past few days was that Carrie wasn’t easily swayed. She held tight to her beliefs and didn’t bend for anyone. Blind obedience wasn’t in her nature.

And for a man like Daxton, that resistance might be enough to provoke something dangerous.

That realization hit Kristopher like a jolt, making him freeze in place. Affection, if it existed between Carrie and Daxton, didn’t resemble anything romantic from what he’d seen.

So then, how could she possibly be pregnant with Daxton’s child? Without warning, his thoughts veered to that heated night in the hotel. Could it be that she was carrying his child instead?

The idea rattled him. He almost laughed, shaken by how wild it sounded, like he was spinning stories out of desperation.

But the more he thought about it, the more things began to shift in his mind. Aliza’s story had already been proven false, and if he felt nothing for her, why would he have ever slept with her?

When he dug through the fragments of his memory, it was always Carrie who surfaced—her voice, her face, her presence.

A fantasy couldn’t have created that kind of familiarity. That level of intimacy didn’t come from nowhere. They must’ve spent countless nights together like that. Every touch, every kiss had carried an echo, as if they’d done it a hundred times before.

But if he had never been with Aliza, then how could she be pregnant?

And on the other hand, Carrie wasn’t acting like a woman hiding a pregnancy from the child’s real father. She was steady, calm, never once flinching around him. Something wasn’t adding up.

Outside the Morrison family’s villa, Daxton accompanied Carrie all the way to the entrance but didn’t push beyond the door. Rather than invite himself in, he stood quietly by the entrance, smoothing down a few stray strands of her hair while gently urging her to get some rest. Just as he leaned forward, Carrie shifted ever so slightly, sidestepping the moment.

The intention behind his movement was clear—he meant to kiss her goodnight.

Since returning to the Morrison family’s villa, whatever closeness she had once tried to foster between them had quietly unraveled.

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