My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 487:

Attempting to diffuse the tension, Cory cleared his throat and softened his approach. “You’re all gathered for a reunion, so I’ll leave you to enjoy it. I need to attend to some matters at the hotel. Let’s arrange another dinner soon.”

Kristopher’s presence commanded the room; no one dared to counter him. A heavy silence hung in the private dining room, punctuated only by the occasional clink of silverware.

Feeling the weight of the room’s scrutiny, Cory awkwardly adjusted his nose and shot a chilly glance towards Ailyn, who was lingering in a corner. “Join me outside for a moment,” he said, his tone cold.

Ailyn paused briefly, then pushed herself to stand and follow Cory, all while feeling the weight of the crowd’s curious and judgmental eyes on her.

As soon as they stepped out of the private room, Cory raised his hand and slapped her sharply across the face. The sharp crack of the slap echoed through the air, causing everyone to freeze. It was a move no one had seen coming—Cory hitting a woman in public.

silent as everyone exchanged uneasy glances, unsure whether to step in. But when they saw Kristopher, unfazed, calmly serving food to Carrie as though nothing had happened,

hand to her stinging cheek, staring at Cory in shock. In a low, tense voice, Cory muttered, “Kristopher’s here, and you pulled me into this mess? My wife was introduced through my sister. If Kristopher

child! How could you hit me like that? How was I supposed to know Kristopher would be here? And how could I have known his wife was Carrie? You never share anything about your family with me. If

do you really think I’d have slept with

his wife gave birth to their daughter, she struggled to conceive again. Cory had always believed the issue was with her, but after years of being with other women and still failing to get anyone pregnant,

Cory knew that without a son, his family’s legacy would

on the floor in disgust and

at a metal cabinet nearby, using its reflection to touch up her makeup and erase the evidence of her tears. After a deep breath to steady herself, she gathered her composure and walked

firsthand brought a whole new wave of judgment. The dramatic scene had