My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 896:

But then—Lise had appeared. And for the first time in years, the pain had dulled. The wound had begun to close. Billie had allowed herself to believe in something again.

As for Omar—the recipient of Lisa’s heart—Billie had never met him. He was just a boy, a stranger, and she felt nothing toward him.

And now, no matter how much she wanted to protect Lise, she was painfully aware of her own limitations. Being a Norris by marriage gave her status, but no real power. The evidence against Lise was overwhelming, undeniable. The most Billie could do was offer financial support, send supplies, and visit whenever possible.

Each time she saw Lise in that prison uniform, each time she heard her desperate pleas, the hatred inside her grew sharper—directed solely at Carrie. Carrie was the reason Lise had ended up behind bars. If she and Kristopher reconciled, Lise’s fate would be sealed forever.

Billie couldn’t let that happen. The only way out was Kristopher and Aliza’s marriage. If Aliza became his wife, she could soften him, convince him to grant mercy. And then—maybe, just maybe—Lise could be saved.

Determined, Billie reached for her phone and dialed. The line rang twice before it connected. “Oliver, have you thought it through?” Her voice was steady but firm. “I can get you out and back to working with Kristopher—but in return, you can’t reveal anything about him and Carrie. And you must help me save Lise.”

There was a long silence on the other end. Then, Oliver exhaled slowly.

“Mrs. Norris… you should trust Mr. Norris.”

Kristopher had been clear—Billie wasn’t ready for the truth.

She didn’t know that the woman she was fighting so hard to protect—Lise—was the daughter of the man who had killed Lisa.

𝖂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖋𝗈𝗋 galn𝗈v𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗆

By the time Carrie and Daxton returned to the apartment, the heaviness in her chest had lifted. The dizziness from earlier was gone, and her spirits had recovered considerably.

As soon as they stepped inside, Carrie instinctively pulled her arm free from Daxton’s grip. Leaning against the wall, she sank down onto the small bench by the door, exhaling softly.

Daxton stood still for a moment. His fingers curled slightly as he stared at his now-empty hand. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face, then, with practiced ease, he masked it with his usual faint smile. Without a word, he bent down and placed a pair of slippers at her feet.

And then—he knelt on one knee. His movements were casual, natural, as he reached out and gently took hold of her ankle, intending to slip off her shoes for her.

“Daxton, no need! I can do it myself!”noveldrama

Her face flushed instantly, heat rushing to her cheeks. She instinctively jerked her foot back and leaned forward to grab the slippers herself. But in her flustered panic, she lost her balance. Before she could catch herself, her chin collided with Daxton’s forehead.

“Be careful!” Daxton barely reacted to the pain. Instead, his arms immediately wrapped around her, catching her before she could fall to the floor. But the momentum sent both of them tumbling down. Carrie landed against his chest, his arm still firm around her waist.

The warmth of her body pressed against his, her hair brushing his jaw, carrying a faint, earthy cologne that smelled… That scent—it reminded him of Kristopher.

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