My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1037:

The feeling was sharp, almost aggressive, as if someone’s gaze was pressing into her back.

She stopped short of stepping into the open elevator and turned abruptly. The corridor was quiet. A nurse was approaching slowly, pushing a medical cart stocked with visible supplies: alcohol, iodine, cotton swabs. Everything seemed routine.

The nurse’s face was hidden beneath a mask and cap, but the gray strands of hair peeking out marked her as middle-aged.

Her head remained lowered, focused on the clipboard in her hands. Occasionally, she glanced up at the room numbers, giving no indication that she had noticed Carrie at all.

But Carrie wasn’t reassured. If anything, her instincts sharpened. Her grip tightened.

The unease she’d felt moments ago hadn’t been imagined.

was the only way out. If the nurse didn’t enter

Carrie paused, choosing to wait. She had

elevator, Carrie would let it go and take the next one. But if she entered

a quiet rule Carrie lived by: ride the elevator alone or with a crowd—never just one stranger.

off as paranoia or laugh it off as an internet meme. But Carrie had been through too much. Her caution wasn’t fear. It was survival. Kristopher’s people were still around, after all. He might have been misled by Aliza,

a voice called

had appeared, striding quickly toward the cart-pushing woman. She tapped her

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grabbed the wrong medication. Come with me.

beat, then turned. Her head angled slightly toward Carrie, just

like this.” Without waiting for a