My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1072:

To the family watching from the sidelines, Daxton’s restraint only made him even more admirable. They saw a gentleman, not a man struggling to connect.

Later, back in the privacy of her room, Carrie perched on the edge of the bed, smoothing hand cream into her palms after a quick wash.

Pregnancy had brought with it unexpected vitality. Her health had never been better, and her neatly trimmed nails gleamed with a natural, healthy pink.

That small detail made her pause—Kristopher always preferred her nails bare.

He used to tease her mercilessly during filming when she wore manicures, his sarcasm oddly affectionate.

Online forums claimed it took 21 days to form a habit.

Dozens of those 21-day spans had passed since their divorce, yet his memory remained stitched into the seams of her everyday life. She hadn’t just remembered him—she had built routines around his absence, as if he still lingered in the spaces between moments.

What haunted her more was not the time it took to form those habits, but how deeply they’d taken root, spreading quietly and uncontrollably through her heart.

Elsewhere, the Hinks couple had already managed to secure Carrie’s blood sample without alerting anyone.

Under typical procedure, such samples were sealed and discarded with medical waste, then handed over to certified disposal agencies to ensure environmental safety and prevent contamination.

From the Hinks couple’s perspective, everything was falling into place. With no Morrison relatives in sight and Daxton kept in the dark, there was no real threat of interference. Rather than attempt anything elaborate, they opted for something simpler.

Simple—a quick bribe slipped to a part-time cleaner instead of involving any medical personnel.

Lɑτєѕτ cнαρτєrs 𝑖n g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑠.𝓬o𝓶

As soon as they secured Carrie’s blood sample, they arranged for it to be delivered discreetly to Egoshire without delay. With their arrival in Isonridge still fresh, building trustworthy connections had been slow. Getting the sample tested there risked tipping off someone in the Morrison family.

“Honey… do you think there’s a chance Carrie really is Mom’s granddaughter?” Kelsey said, finally sinking down beside Jacob after wearing a hole in the carpet from pacing, her hands tightening around his.

That name rarely left her lips. She reserved it for moments when her nerves frayed at the edges.

Ever since she’d mailed off the blood samples—hers and Carrie’s—she hadn’t been able to breathe easy.

Part of her clung to the hope that the earlier results were false, fabricated by the Morrisons, and that Carrie was actually blood. If that were true, then she might still have a chance.

At the same time, fear gnawed at her. If Carrie really was the girl they suspected—and if the Morrison family stood behind her—then going up against her wouldn’t just be difficult. It would be near impossible. Kelsey might not even get the blood she needed, and the entire Hinks family’s fortune could slip through her fingers for nothing.noveldrama

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