My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1057:

Carrie, strip her of her clean image, and watch the Music Association cast her out in disgrace. The more Aliza envisioned it, the lighter she felt. Even if fingers pointed at her too, the damage to Carrie would be irreversible.

With that triumphant glint in her eyes, Aliza took a step forward and said, “Ms. Campbell, I never thought you would stoop so low as to drag me into this. What exactly are you trying to prove? If I did plagiarize Randell’s work—what has that got to do with you? Do you think exposing me clears your own name? Are you just blurting out accusations in desperation?”

Her voice rang with confidence, but halfway through her rant, she noticed something unsettling. Carrie was just standing there. Smiling. Watching her quietly, as if Aliza were some child throwing a tantrum in a room full of adults.

And that rattled her. Could Carrie really prove she did not plagiarize? What if she had paid off Randell’s composer already—silenced him before any damage could be done?

Aliza’s thoughts spun. Her certainty wavered.

“Of course,” she said, her voice rising again, now slightly sharper, “the Morrison family has power and influence. If you are using your money or your connections to pressure Randell’s composer into covering for you, then there is nothing more to say.”

She exhaled, believing she had regained the upper hand. That final line, she thought, was a masterstroke. It cast just enough doubt to muddy the waters. Even if Carrie had done nothing of the sort, the seed was now planted in everyone’s minds.

stoop to plagiarism, began to suspect that

to rise from his seat, his jaw clenched. But a

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“She can handle this.”

Reece gave a quiet

“Yes,” he murmured.

“I trust her too.”

then sank back into his chair. Around him, his

slightly, her posture relaxed, her

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was unnerving, like someone far removed from

Aliza failed to respond, Carrie continued, her voice steady, “I would like to ask something. Why should I have to prove my innocence? Which specific Music Association regulation prohibits stylistic consistency between