My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 889:

The question was directed at Aliza, but his eyes landed squarely on Carrie. It wasn’t a question. It was a challenge.

Sensing an opportunity, Aliza bit her lip, her voice carrying a trace of grievance. “I’m not entirely sure… I think Miss Hinks liked that gown, but when I arrived, I only heard Carrie saying Miss Hinks didn’t have a good figure…”

Her words were carefully chosen, deliberately vague, yet heavy enough to stir suspicion.

Kristopher’s gaze darkened, his expression turning icier.

Carrie, however, didn’t react. The moment she spotted Kristopher, she turned away, her focus shifting elsewhere—as if his presence meant nothing to her.

Her attention remained on the gown, still lying untouched on the ground.

now, Alethea had stepped away from it, but the damage was done. Even though her shoes were clean, and no visible stains marred the delicate fabric, the gown had

going to be bullied into paying for something she

through the kind of struggle these wealthy elites would never understand. Unlike them, she hadn’t been born into privilege. She had worked, scraped by, held down multiple jobs to build

her bag from the sofa, and spoke to the designer with quiet finality. “I don’t want the

steps when a strong hand caught her wrist. She turned, following the grip up to a familiar face—Kristopher. She tilted

to her. “Adults should take responsibility for their actions.” His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable weight behind his

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few million is nothing. But for the designer, it’s everything. You can refuse the gown, but there was no need to treat it like that. People who shop here aren’t ordinary customers. Even if there are no visible stains, no one will

pulled her arm free from Kristopher’s grasp, her

Alethea, a slow, mocking smile curving her

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