My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1080:

She took a breath, switched off her screen, and walked over to her desk. There were scripts and songs she hadn’t finished writing, and she needed to make plans for Randell’s upcoming project. She couldn’t afford to dwell too long on Kristopher.

The next day, Carrie arrived at the hospital early.

She’d asked Reece to help her find a neurologist they knew well.

Reece didn’t ask many questions, though it was clear he had a guess about what she was trying to do. Still, he didn’t press—and even promised not to mention any of it to the rest of the family.

Some things didn’t need to be family business. Carrie wasn’t the type to be told what to do. She wasn’t a puppet.

Too many restrictions, too many voices in her ear, and she might just shut them all out and go her own way.

Love—real love—was built on respect. Without that, it couldn’t last. Carrie had shown up an hour early to meet with the doctor ahead of time and explain Kristopher’s situation.

As she wrapped up her conversation, Kristopher walked in.

Carrie saw Kristopher and briefly explained what she knew.

She hadn’t messaged him the details—too risky. Even if he didn’t share everything with Aliza, there was always a chance she’d see it. Kristopher pulled out a chair and sat beside her, across from the doctor. He listened quietly, barely reacting. Carrie found herself glancing at him, trying to read his face. He looked calm. No shock. No emotion. Just the occasional nod.

She narrowed her eyes at him, raising a brow. “Wait… You didn’t already know, did you?”

“How could I?” he replied, totally unfazed.

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She studied him for a second longer, then looked away, trusting his words.

He wasn’t lying. Kristopher was just… like that. Calm, collected. He’d seen crazier things in his life. This was nothing.

As her gaze dropped, he glanced over at her—and there it was. A faint spark in his eyes. Playful. Hopeful.

Maybe there was still a chance. Because if Carrie truly didn’t care about him, why go through all this trouble? Why choose to inform him immediately upon learning about the harmful effects of the medication? If Kristopher hadn’t known better, and had shared something casually with Aliza, it could’ve caused problems—big ones.

And yet Carrie hadn’t hesitated. Even arranged for a doctor to help out. That had to mean something.

Sure, there were walls between them now. Complications. People. History.

But if those could be broken down, maybe—just maybe—they had a shot at starting over.

Once Carrie was done explaining, the doctor nodded. “First, I’ll need to take a look at the medication you’ve been taking. Then we’ll schedule an MRI to get a clearer picture.”

Carrie suddenly winced. “Oh no—I forgot to tell him to bring it!” Before she could even finish the sentence, Kristopher was already reaching into his pocket, pulling out the bottle. He handed it over to the doctor, then turned to Carrie. Their eyes met. “I happened to have it with me,” he said softly.noveldrama

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