My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1043:

Aliza answered smoothly, “We expose the truth and stir things up. Let the public know. Once everything’s chaotic, we’ll have more room to maneuver. And if Carrie ends up… disappearing, the Morrison family won’t suspect us.” She shrugged.

“Think about it. If we’re talking about motive, Alethea and even Kelsey have far stronger reasons to get rid of Carrie than I do.”

The day of the Music Association’s evaluation arrived sooner than expected.

Carrie’s pregnancy was beginning to show, though only slightly. Thanks to her naturally graceful figure, the change resembled nothing more than a slight weight gain, lending her a healthier, more radiant appearance.

In the hours leading up to the evaluation, the Morrison household was in a flurry of activity. Every detail—from meals to wardrobe—was scrutinized to perfection. No one wanted the slightest mistake.

Since the family recognition banquet, Carrie had become the beloved “little princess” of the Morrison clan—a status that quickly became the talk of Isonridge’s elite circles.

Yet, despite her elevated status, the public still primarily knew her as an actress. Although she had once come close to winning Best Actress, many continued to dismiss her as someone who relied more on luck than skill. Few voiced their opinions openly, but in private, the skepticism lingered.

entertainment award. If Carrie could

served an hour earlier to allow ample time for preparation. After eating, the family insisted Carrie rest in her room while they finalized everything. She lay down briefly but woke just half an hour later. Opening her door, she

he blurted, “I wasn’t even this nervous during my own evaluation! I feel like

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over to the sofa. She picked up the oxygen

“Need a few puffs?”

machine for her to

sank into the seat beside her with a

do I look like to you? A pregnant woman or an old man? I’m in my twenties—peak of my life! I shouldn’t be tethered to an oxygen tank unless it’s a critical

a rolling clothing

still time,”

you rest

Carrie shook her head.

in this morning. Any more sleep