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Realizing he might have overstepped, Arion gave himself a light slap on the forehead, silently regretting his
loose tongue.
As Carrie recounted her story, Arion’s regret deepened. Each word painted a vivid picture of hardship, resilience,
and pain. He had never imagined her life could have been so harsh. In their family’s narrative, Josh Morrison had
always been a genius—a man whose piano talent surpassed both his father’s and grandfather's. Yet, Arion hadn't
considered how Josh's banishment had left a lasting impact on Carrie's life.
It all clicked. Josh's only skill had been playing the piano. If he relied on it for a living, his talent would surely
have made him famous. But fwould've risked exposing his ties to the Morrison family.
Arion remembered hearing from his grandfather that Josh's father, their great-grandfather, had forbidden him
from using the Morrison nafter driving him away. Great-grandpa wanted Josh to struggle and submit, but
Josh changed his nand never bowed down. He didn’t use the Morrison name, and his talent was buried
because of it.
In stark contrast to the warm camaraderie of the Morrison household, Kristopher’s hotel room was steeped in
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdarkness and solitude. The faint glow of a single lamp illuminated the shadows, casting a soft light on the sofa
where Kristopher sat. His legs were crossed on the coffee table, his head leaning back against the cushion as he
stared blankly at the twinkling city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Isonridge shone like a jewel, but for
him, not a single light felt welcoming.
There had once been a light waiting for him. A light that had felt like home.
He poured himself a generous amount of red wine, filling the goblet to the brim in a way that would make any
wine connoisseur cringe. But tonight, etiquette didn’t matter. All Kristopher wanted was to drown himself in the
kind of stupor that would dull the ache in his chest, even if only for a while.
He hadn't expected the divorce to feel so final. A single certificate had severed their bond completely, and he
was left with nothing but memories. The image of Carrie standing protectively in front of Reece burned in his
mind. The concern in her eyes, the way her body shielded him—it wasn’t an act. Kristopher knew her well
enough to see the truth. Carrie genuinely cared for Reece.
How could a woman change so quickly? He wondered bitterly. She had once told him she loved him. How could
she move on so easily?
Frustration clawed at his chest. He tugged at his collar, unbuttoning the top two buttons, but it did little to ease
his labored breathing. He reached for the remote and pressed a button, opening the window slightly. The sounds
of the city flooded in, mingled with faint strains of music drifting from a nearby rooftop. “Why does the once
passionate turn cold first, while the slow burn keeps boiling over...”
The lyrics struck him like a knife. Carrie had grown cold, but he was still boiling over.
The disparity in their emotions was a cruel irony. Love that was out of sync was doomed from the start, destined
to leave one side broken and hurting.
Kristopher let out a hollow laugh, his lips curling into a bitter smile as he tilted his goblet and downed the wine in
one gulp.
There was a knock on the door. Kristopher, mistaking the visitor for Oliver, frowned deeply as he set his wine
glass aside and stood up to answer the door.
When he swung the door open, he was taken aback to find Aliza instead. His face clouded over. “You?”
Just then, Albin poked his head around the corner. “Kristopher, | couldn’t get hold of Oliver, and | bumped into
Aliza near the hotel lobby. She heardventing about him and suggested she could bringup, claiming she
knows you.”
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