My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Her silence spoke volumes of her remorse. Ruby, observing Carrie’s genuine remorse, took a moment to light a cigarette. She gracefully crossed her legs, her face etched with disappointment, and continued, “I had such high expectations for you. With your enchanting looks and natural flair for acting, it would have been a disgrace for you […]

With renewed resolve, Carrie decided to rededicate herself to both her acting and her writing endeavors. Luckily, she had reconnected with her former agent, Ruby Curtis, the previous night. Ruby, though somewhat reserved, had not turned her down and had proposed they meet today. “Carrie?” As Carrie was applying the final touches to her morning

Silence enveloped the car as Kristopher turned his gaze toward the window, a nonverbal nod that Oliver had come to recognize as assent over their years together. It was Kristopher’s way of giving Carrie a chance to mend things. With a deep breath, Oliver dialed Carrie’s number. The line buzzed a haunting tune before her

A flush of embarrassment tinged Albin’s cheeks as he scratched his head, trying to mask his frustration. “Well, you know how it is. Sometimes women need a moment to collect themselves. I’ll try just once more.” He hit the call button again, a flicker of hope in his eyes, but was met with the cold,

Kristopher’s thoughts momentarily wandered to Carrie’s elegant presence, and he responded with a dismissive coolness, “And what could be so urgent? I met with her earlier tonight, and she appeared perfectly fine.” At that moment, Albin, struck by a sudden recollection, interjected with surprise, “Are you both really this unaware of what’s been all over

Everyone turned, spotting a delivery man clad in his work uniform at the door. Albin, looking confused, asked, “Did someone here order takeout?” A chorus of denials followed, each person brandishing their phone. “Not me.” “Perhaps it’s a mistake?” someone mused aloud, tilting their head skeptically. “Or maybe someone’s trying to impress Mr. Norris with

And now, here you are, missing out on a joyful life and tangled in complications.” He stopped abruptly as he caught the chill in Kristopher’s stare. Only then did he recall that Lise was still present. Albin cast a quick glance at Lise, noticing her smile had stiffened slightly. “Sorry!” he exclaimed, playfully smacking his

Kristopher adjusted his posture, his voice low and calm as he instructed, “Go ahead, speak.” A shiver of apprehension coursed through Oliver as he tentatively began, “Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris has departed from Bayview Villa, and…” Lise hesitated mid-sip, her expression clouded briefly by a ripple of confusion. Albin leaned forward, his smile teasing. “You

It seemed unlikely that someone with her lifestyle could have independently earned twenty million. And if she had the means and ambition to earn that much, why would she settle for a marriage of convenience for just two million? Oliver, with a quick, regretful gesture, bowed his head. “I apologize, sir. It was my oversight.

Sandra hesitated mid-sip, her expression briefly clouded by confusion. Albin leaned forward, his smile teasing. “You left her all alone at home and went out with Sandra, huh? Don’t you think she might feel a bit left out?” Known among their circle as a relationship expert, Albin had navigated the complexities of romance with numerous