My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1060:

The solution could have been simple—one call to Soren or Randell would settle everything immediately.

But resolving things so easily would let Aliza escape the consequences of her repeated provocations. Carrie intended this lesson to linger.

With this in mind, Carrie’s lips curved into a measured smile.

“Randell has a public appearance scheduled in a few days,” she said, her tone deceptively casual.

“I could attend as a masked guest without revealing my identity. Would that suffice as proof?”

“That would be more than adequate.” One judge nodded, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

“Even behind a simple mask, your presence would be unmistakable.”

Carrie turned toward him.

integrity. But what of my false accuser?”

I prove I am indeed Randell’s composer, I expect Miss Herrera to publicly acknowledge her theft and offer a

hearing Aliza’s piece during her bathroom break, the crowd had emphasized the uncanny similarities between

crystallized in her mind: that day in the piano room when she’d abandoned her handwritten drafts in

composure slipping inch by inch. She had never imagined that Carrie—quiet, low-key Carrie—was the genius composer

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

growing tension and humiliation, muttered something about work and fled the room

turned to Kristopher, searching his expression for reassurance. Kristopher raised an

didn’t plagiarize anything, so what are

forced a smile, her expression a

“Y-Yeah… you’re right.”

Kathleen, seated beside her, immediately reached over and grabbed her hand. She shot Aliza

to you. She might be bluffing—trying to shake your composure. If you panic, she won’t even need