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.

elevator was the only way out. If the nurse didn’t enter one of the nearby rooms, she’d have no choice but to

remained. Carrie paused, choosing to wait. She had no intention

let it go and take the next one. But if she entered the final room, then Carrie could ride down alone, without

was a quiet rule Carrie lived by: ride the elevator alone or with a crowd—never just one stranger. Especially not in a place like

it 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

a minute!” a

nurse had appeared, striding quickly toward the cart-pushing woman. She tapped her sharply on the shoulder, clearly

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here? You grabbed the wrong medication. Come

Carrie, just enough to make

urgent,” the second nurse added briskly. “Just a nutritional supplement. But you can’t be careless like this.” Without waiting for a reply, she took hold of the cart and wheeled