My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 891

Chapter 891:

Aliza stiffened, but Carrie continued. “Instead of wasting time with these petty tricks, you should focus on keeping what you already have. Because lies don’t stay hidden forever.”

As she finished speaking, her gaze flickered toward Kristopher.

Carrie’s words struck like a thunderclap. Aliza’s face paled instantly, her fingers twisting the hem of her dress so tightly that the fabric wrinkled beyond repair.

She hadn’t expected this. Not here. Not in front of Kristopher.

Back at the Music Association, when Kristopher—newly burdened with amnesia—had first encountered Carrie, Aliza’s heart had nearly leaped out of her chest. She had been terrified—paralyzed—that Carrie would reveal the truth. That she would expose the fact that Aliza wasn’t Kristopher’s fiancée.

Carrie had stayed

why. She had spent sleepless nights wondering what Carrie’s silence meant. As time passed and the truth remained hidden, she had slowly allowed herself

spoken. And just like that, all of Aliza’s old fears came rushing back, wrapping around her throat like a

down on her lower lip, her breath catching as she watched Kristopher’s

to Alethea, her voice steady, almost indifferent. “My words were just an expression of my own thoughts. Before this, I didn’t know you were adopted

then continued smoothly, “But it doesn’t matter. Your affairs aren’t as important

if nothing truly concerned her anymore. Then, without another word, she turned to leave. But before she could take a single step, a hand clamped around her wrist. Kristopher’s. “Explain

hitched. She had to stop this. Her hands trembled as she clutched her temple, her voice weak and pitiful. “Kristopher, I feel a little dizzy… Please

grip on Carrie tightened slightly,

then, she remembered something. Kristopher hadn’t

he truly wanted to know the truth, he could have found out at any time. All it would have taken was a single question to Oliver. Yet—he had never asked. Never

amnesia was nothing more than an excuse. Perhaps Kristopher couldn’t bear to face their tangled, broken past—so instead, he had chosen to use memory