My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

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But instead of feeling sentimental, a sense of contempt curled in his chest.

This only reaffirmed his belief—why he had married Carrie in the first place. Money.

For him, money solved everything. It wasn’t a problem. And Carrie had loved money. Compared to ambitious women who sought power and status, a vain, materialistic woman was actually simpler.

And just as his mind darkened, the atmosphere in the room shifted once more. Luca Morrison stepped into the hall, Carrie on his arm. Jenesis and Kody flanked them, while Arion followed closely behind.

Luca was dressed in an immaculate white suit, radiating authority and energy. His every step exuded dignity, forcing those around him to straighten their postures instinctively.

Beside him, Kody, Arion, and Reece were clad in sleek black suits, their presence powerful and unyielding. Even Jenesis, who was usually in the spotlight, wore only a dark purple dress to complement the lightly colored dress of Carrie.

Even if people in the room had resentment toward Carrie, even if they had envied her, in this moment, they could only swallow their discontent.

For many of the guests, this was the first time seeing Carrie in person. And they were stunned by her looks. No one had expected the woman from a modest background to look like this.

Her diamond-studded designer heels clicked lightly against the mahogany floor, every step effortless and poised. Above her, the grand crystal chandelier bathed her in a soft glow, illuminating her delicate, smooth skin.

The dress she wore was a masterpiece—a custom creation in a delicate blush hue, the fabric sculpting itself against her graceful curves, revealing only a hint of bare shoulders and arms.

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A choice not made by her, but by her two cousins—Reece and Arion had carefully selected this one from a collection of more extravagant options, choosing the most conservative.

“Ms. Campbell looks absolutely breathtaking.”

“Well, she is a Morrison, after all.

That kind of elegance and beauty runs in their blood. She stands out in any crowd—impossible to miss.”

“Congratulations, Ms. Campbell, on reuniting with the Morrison family.”

The crowd instinctively stepped aside, their compliments now more genuine than before.

Carrie had always been an easy target for criticism—her background, her career, even her skills. But if there was one thing no one could deny, it was her beauty. Every feature, whether examined individually or as a whole, was flawless.

Kristopher’s eyes locked onto Carrie.

Her dress had a delicate teardrop-shaped cutout at the chest, revealing just enough to hint at her curves. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, like the finest porcelain, while the curve of her neck held an effortless grace.

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