My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 878:

Reality crashed back into her foggy mind. She couldn’t stay another moment in that room with that stranger. Now clear-headed, she vowed never to repeat such a mistake.

Even reflecting on what had transpired made her skin crawl with the desperate need to rush home and scrub herself raw.

As she navigated the hallway, confusion washed over her. This wasn’t the restaurant—it was a hotel.

Before she could question how she had ended up here, a delicate voice floated from behind. “Kristopher, I still feel weak in the knees. Let’s rest a little longer.”

Carrie instinctively turned to see Kristopher and Aliza emerging from another room.

Her gaze fixed on Aliza, who wore a simple slip dress, her exposed skin marked with telltale red blotches. Those marks painted a vivid picture of the passionate encounter they had just shared.

legs, she clenched her teeth and summoned her remaining energy

her heart. She and Kristopher had once been married and had nearly created a child together. They should have

had both slept with different people, their paths diverging—never

elevator, his silence betraying the complex emotions swirling in

on Carrie’s neck stood out starkly—unmistakable evidence of her encounter

imagination begins

man had been with

curled into a barely perceptible sneer that vanished instantly as

speak, the doors to room 1009 swung open, revealing two men. One wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his back marked with fingernail

Aliza but quickly pretended not to know her, turning their backs to the

the wild one,” they announced with deliberately raised

glance

they huddled near the peephole, watching the scene unfold. The younger man swallowed hard. “Bro… did we just mess this up? Or did we