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Daxton’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and cutting. “What right do you have to call yourself her husband? You
failed her. You failed her child. Now Gracie is dead—killed by your ex-girlfriend. You are nothing but a curse to her
life, bringing only chaos and tragedy!”
The words hit Kristopher like a physical blow. He froze, the weight of the accusation sinking in. After a tense
pause, he surged forward, grabbing Daxton by the collar. His voice was hoarse and desperate. “Gracie? What are
you talking about? What happened to her?”
Daxton did not waste the moment. His fist swung again, slamming into Kristopher’s face.
Kristopher, incensed, retaliated with a vicious kick.
Within seconds, the two were grappling, their movements wild and fueled by raw emotion.
Nearby, Carrie's sharp gaze fell on a red-and-white traffic cone by the roadside. Without hesitation, she seized it
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“Enough!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. “How many more people do you intend to hurt?”
Kristopher froze at her words, his breath ragged, but Daxton was not done. He took the opportunity to land
another punch. Kristopher staggered but ignored Daxton, his gaze fixed on Carrie. His voice broke with disbelief.
“You are siding with him? Against me?”
The traffic cone hadn't hit him with much force, but the betrayal stung far worse.
She had actually struck him for another man.
Carrie dropped the cone at her feet, her glare unyielding. Her voice was measured but laced with venom. “I
cannot wait to kill you myself.”
The middle-aged man sighed audibly, stepping forward to diffuse the tension. “If you must fight or kill each
other, do it later. Have srespect for the dead. Move the cars so the funeral vehicle can get through.”
Carrie’s jaw tightened as she glanced at the line of Norris family cars blocking the road. She didn’t want to
engage with Kristopher, but there was no choice. Her tone was clipped as she said, “My grandmother has
passed. We are waiting to take her to the funeral home. Mr. Norris, kindly move your cars to let the funeral
vehicle through.”
Kristopher stood as if rooted in place, her words sinking into his consciousness like lead.
Oliver arrived just in time, quickly taking charge. He gestured to the drivers and barked orders, clearing the way
with swift efficiency.
The weight of reality only fully hit Kristopher when he followed Carrie to the mortuary. There, in the cold stillness,
he saw Gracie’s lifeless body.
The sight twisted something deep within him, rendering him momentarily speechless. Finally, his voice emerged,
soft and broken. “I am sorry.”
Carrie's shoulders stiffened. She heard the words but refused to acknowledge him.
Her tone was icy as she replied, “Do not start with me, not here. Spareyour apologies and stay far away from
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Her words were like a dagger. Kristopher’s hand, raised as if to reach for her, fell back to his side. “At least let me
help with Gracie’s arrangements,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret.
Carrie's expression hardened. Memories of Gracie’s dying wish flickered in her mind. Reluctantly, she nodded,
allowing him to stay, though she kept a deliberate distance.
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