My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 576:

Camille recovered first. Her sharp gaze swept over the scene, taking in every detail. Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and snapped several photos and videos in rapid succession. Stuffing the device back into her pocket, she marched into the room with fire in her eyes.

“Well, isn’t this just perfect,” she sneered. “A match made in hell! Scum and villainy, forever and always!” Her words dripped with venom as she glared at Lise and Kristopher. “While Carrie’s suffering at home, you two are here playing house? You two scums really deserve each other.”

Albin moved to intervene, but Camille was already steps ahead. She grabbed an empty glass from the table, her hand trembling with fury, and without a second thought, swung it toward Kristopher’s head.

The private room at the Oasis Club was in chaos, the air thick with tension. Police officers and paramedics moved briskly, their presence making the once-spacious room feel suffocating and cramped. Kristopher sat on the sofa, half-sober, allowing the doctor to tend to the gash on his forehead. Beside him sat Lise, her eyes red from crying, a picture of frail innocence. Kristopher’s bloodstained shirt and Lise’s tear-streaked face painted a grim, incriminating scene. Broken glass littered the floor, mingled with bloodied tissues, while the scent of alcohol lingered in the air.

The atmosphere shifted when Carrie walked in, her expression unreadable. Camille, who had been standing nearby with Albin, immediately let go of her boyfriend’s hand and stormed over to Carrie. She grabbed her arm, pointing furiously at Kristopher and Lise. “Carrie, I caught these two cheating while you were sick! What a pair of scumbags!”

at Camille’s words. Without waiting for the doctor to finish, he pushed him aside, his steps unsteady as he approached.

weasel your way out, you scumbag! But I’ve got evidence!” She pulled out her phone, opened her photo album, and

Lise in an intimate position, their closeness unmistakable. Her heart remained calm, eerily so. There was no anger, no surprise—only a cold, resigned indifference. This was exactly the kind of scene she had

a foot away, urgency written across his face.

a mocking smile as she flicked

Kristopher could respond, Oliver rushed into the room, his expression a mix of confusion and alarm. He surveyed the scene and quickly stepped forward, trying to

for the clients and called a driver to take Mr. Norris home. But the driver misunderstood and brought Mr. Norris here instead. I’ll make sure

just an employee. You of all people should know what it feels like to be scapegoated. Yet here

thinly veiled attempt to shield Kristopher. She didn’t believe for a moment that one of