My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 832:

Even the Norris family barely knew the extent of it. Most of their business talk revolved around domestic ventures. He had artfully masked his true worth.

Yet for Aliza, he revealed it all without hesitation.

He had only lost his memory, not his judgment.

His actions were deliberate. Even Aliza had seemed shocked by his gesture.

Carrie never thought he would go this far for Aliza.

She had once believed he struggled to love, that this was why he hadn’t fallen for her during their two-year marriage. She told herself that maybe, after losing her, he had finally realized his feelings.

But this was a harsh wake-up call.

He had fallen in love with Aliza.

In just a few days, he had given Aliza more than he had ever given Lise—more than he had ever given her.

He could cherish anyone… except her.

And despite everything, she had still clung to the illusion that, at some point, he had loved her. How pathetically foolish she had been!

Carrie didn’t let Kristopher and Aliza’s little scene ruin her mood. She had never backed down before, not even when she faced Lise alone. And now, with the Morrison family and loyal friends by her side, she was stronger than ever. She was no longer the Carrie who had been all alone.

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Besides, she had no time to dwell on emotions. Keeping busy was the best remedy.

Between acting, managing her company, writing scripts, and studying directing, her days were packed. Her first micro-movie had gained recognition, topping several recommendation charts, which motivated her to enroll in a directing course at Isonridge University.noveldrama

Surrounded by experienced filmmakers, she learned not only from her professors but also from her talented classmates.

Soon, it was time for Carrie to pick up her medicine again. With everyone in the Morrison family occupied, and the practitioner entertaining guests, Carrie was asked to collect it from the practitioner’s home.

The practitioner, Doris Hewitt, was a retired doctor in her sixties, once a renowned expert at Isonridge Hospital. She and her husband had both been well-respected in the medical field—she specialized in gynecology, while he focused on complex diseases. After retiring, they had opened a modest clinic.

Following the address Doris had sent, Carrie made her way there.

To her surprise, the location wasn’t a fancy mansion or even a small courtyard house but an old residential building in a narrow alley. Much like Gracie’s apartment in her hometown county.

The roads twisted and turned, making phone navigation useless. As she hesitated, wondering if she should ask for directions, a group of elderly folks sitting under a tree, chatting and playing chess, noticed her. One of them called out warmly, “Young lady, looking for someone? We’ve lived here for decades—just tell us the name, and we’ll help you find them.”

Carrie hesitated. She only knew the couple’s surname—Hewitt—but not their first names.

She began cautiously, “Dr. Hewitt…”

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