My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 717:

Hearing his voice, Carrie stopped and turned around. She glanced at the slightly flustered young man standing a few feet away. Her tone was calm but distant. “Is there something you need?”

“C-could we, maybe, get to know each other?” Omar stammered, fumbling nervously through his pockets. That was when he realized his phone wasn’t on him—it was still in the bag with his old clothes back at the store.

He scratched the back of his head, trying to smile through his embarrassment. “Uh, sorry, my phone’s at the store. But if you could just tell me your social media app ID, I’ll remember it! I’ve got a great memory—I’m a programmer, really good with numbers and letters.”

Carrie looked at him, her expression cool and detached, unmoved by his awkward charm. “I’m sorry,” she replied firmly, “but I don’t make a habit of making friends with strangers.”

Her rejection was polite but absolute. Omar felt his confidence crumble instantly. All the courage he had mustered vanished in an instant, and he reverted to the self-deprecating, shy man he had always been. Lowering his head, he mumbled, “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

of the store, watching the entire scene unfold with a calculating gleam in her

still be useful to her. If Omar ended up with Carrie, it could make Kristopher finally give up on the woman for good. It would also put Carrie under her thumb—a divorced woman married into the Evans family would always be inferior to her. This was perfect.

to retreat, defeated, Aliza took a step forward, muttering under her breath, “Useless idiot,” before calling out loudly, “Hey,

woman, why are you acting so high and mighty?” Aliza sneered as she strutted over. “My cousin has taken a liking to

gestured dramatically. “You should feel lucky, Carrie. A divorced woman like you should see it as a blessing to marry into our family. What makes

ga ln o vels .

suddenly helping him, but when he heard the words “divorced woman,” something shifted inside him. Instead of feeling disappointed or discouraged, a strange sense of confidence returned to him. He chose not to question Aliza’s motives, nor did he expose her blatant

smug look on Aliza’s face. She didn’t need any more confirmation—this entire situation had Aliza’s fingerprints all over it. Her gaze shifted to Omar, now cold and

in attitude, suddenly felt a pang of hurt to his fragile self-esteem. He glanced at Aliza and leaned closer to her,