My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1029:
After sending the last message, Carrie closed Kristopher’s chat window without a second thought.
She turned her attention to Daxton’s message. It read: “I’ll pick you up for a movie tomorrow.”
Unlike the indifference she showed Kristopher, Carrie’s tone with Daxton was noticeably different. She recorded a quick voice
reply. “Sorry, I can’t go to the movies tomorrow.”
She briefly explained the situation with Camille and Albin, not bothering to hide the fact that Kristopher might also be present.
As always, Daxton was patient and kind. “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked.
Carrie felt a wave of warmth at his thoughtfulness—but yet, somewhere deep inside, an unfamiliar sense of distance stirred.
She shook it off and answered simply, “You can pick me up at home.”

“Alright,” Daxton replied. He dropped a few reminders before ending the chat.
The next day.
Worry for Camille pulled Carrie from sleep earlier than usual. Before even getting out of bed, she grabbed her phone and opened
WhatsApp.
Kristopher’s chat appeared first, the red badge showing two unread messages. Below it, Camille’s chat was filled with more than
a dozen notifications. Carrie instinctively opened Camille’s chat first.
“Albin’s safe. We’ll be back today.”
Camille had poured out her emotions in the long string of messages, telling how much Albin had endured—how he had traveled
all the way to Zimeron simply because of something she’d said without thinking.
By the time Carrie finished reading, the story was clear. Albin had risked everything for Camille, and in the end, it had been worth
it. Camille could no longer deny her feelings for him.
Carrie’s impression of Albin shifted completely. She had always thought him somewhat unreliable, but now, she saw him for what
he truly was—steadfast and devoted.

A genuine smile curved her lips. She was happy for her friend.
Just as she exited WhatsApp, Carrie remembered Kristopher’s messages. She hesitated briefly, then opened his chat.
“They left this morning. It’s a fifteen-hour flight, so they’ll arrive tonight. You can come over after dinner.”
Attached beneath the text was a location pin.
Carrie glanced at it without replying. She switched off her phone and headed to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for
breakfast.
Meanwhile, across town, Kristopher had received word of their return at four in the morning, before he had gone to bed.
Setting an alarm for seven, he waited to message Carrie, not wanting to disturb her rest with a message in the middle of the
night.
It wasn’t that he cared about her specifically, he told himself. Any decent person would show concern for a pregnant woman—
nothing more.
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