My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 876:

Her muscles ached, her skin felt raw, and yet—a sick satisfaction lurked beneath her disgust.

Kristopher had never touched her. She had needs. And these men… they knew how to satisfy a woman.

Not like the pampered, upper-class men who fumbled in bed—selfish and unskilled. These men had stamina, technique, and raw aggression. But they were nobodies. No power. No status. No money. And that made her skin crawl.

Shame and rage twisted inside her, her fingers digging into the bedsheets.

This was meant for Carrie. Not her. She had set the perfect trap—but she had fallen into it herself.

But she couldn’t blame anyone. 1019 and 1009, the two numbers were too close.

love with Kristopher that

her jaw and snapped, “Where is she?

man blurted out quickly, “The waiter brought her up. But when we got here,

nodded frantically. “That’s right! There was no one here when we

and barked, “Check the security

other end reported, “She was sent to room 1019. The aphrodisiac incense was also delivered there.”

breath hitched. Her heart pounded as the realization slammed into her like a brick. She had sent Carrie straight to

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to destroy Carrie—but instead,

Fate wouldn’t

furious scream and swept everything off the bedside table, glass and porcelain shattering against

men flinched, retreating a step, watching in silence

Her ragged breathing evened out. A slow, deadly calm settled over her. She turned