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.

as she turned away. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her legs, she clenched her teeth and summoned her remaining energy to limp-jog toward the elevators. She had no right to judge their intimacy. After all,

once been married and had nearly

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

the elevator, his silence betraying the complex emotions swirling in

Carrie’s neck stood out starkly—unmistakable evidence of

imagination begins

had been with her. Daxton? Or

curled into a barely perceptible sneer that vanished instantly

revealing two men. One wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, his back marked with fingernail scratches and his neck peppered with love

quickly pretended not to know her, turning their backs to

with deliberately raised voices. “I swear, she

meaningful glance before retreating

scene unfold. The younger man swallowed hard. “Bro… did we just mess this up? Or did we actually pull it