My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 782:

And yet, Carrie, a girl from a humble background, had effortlessly entered the family, gaining not just recognition but the adoration of the Morrison men. Even Jenesis Morrison, known for her arrogance, had a soft spot for Carrie.

Most of the women here came from distinguished lineages, trained in the fine arts since childhood, educated in prestigious universities. In every measurable way, they believed they surpassed Carrie—except in luck.

Though Carrie had Morrison blood, she wasn’t a direct heir. Luca Morrison was in power, not Josh. And Carrie, at the end of the day, was just a cousin—a woman who would eventually marry out.

Yet, she stood at the center of attention, basking in the privileges they had desperately pursued and failed to obtain.

The jealousy was palpable.

And Aliza felt it. She had spent years being ignored by these very women, dismissed as a background figure. But now, she had their attention—all because of one comment at Carrie’s expense.

When the women turned their eyes to Aliza, they immediately noticed the striking man beside her: Kristopher.noveldrama

The moment his presence registered, the conversation took a sharp turn.

His features were as refined as a sculpture, and he had a commanding, aloof presence that was hard to find in Isonridge.

A bold, outgoing woman in the crowd spoke up, her eyes lingering on him with intrigue.

“And who is this?” She tilted her head, her voice carrying curiosity and something more playful.

“I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”

A single glance was enough to see that Kristopher Norris was different. His features were as refined as a sculpture, his presence commanding yet distant—a striking contrast to the men they were used to in Isonridge. Even the Morrison men didn’t quite measure up to him.

Aliza’s moment had arrived. With a knowing smirk, she took a deliberate step forward and slipped her arm through Kristopher’s, pressing herself lightly against his side.

“This is my fiancé, Kristopher Norris,” she announced, feigning a hint of shyness.

“His mother and my mother are best friends.”

The word “fiancé” landed like a stone in water. Several women in the crowd visibly deflated, their earlier interest vanishing in disappointment.

But then, realization lit up their eyes almost simultaneously. Aliza’s mother was never truly accepted by the Herrera family. And Kristopher… if he were truly someone of importance, they would have heard of him before.

His looks were exceptional, yes—but status was everything in Isonridge’s high society. A powerful name meant more than a handsome face. If he were truly from a noble family, he wouldn’t be standing beside Aliza Herrera.

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