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.

defend my integrity. But

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

her bathroom break, the crowd had emphasized the uncanny similarities between their compositions

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

She had never imagined that Carrie—quiet, low-key Carrie—was the

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

her, Bernie, unable to withstand the growing tension and humiliation, muttered something

expression for reassurance.

plagiarize anything, so what are you so

a smile, her expression a strained

“Y-Yeah… you’re right.”

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

her get to you. She might be bluffing—trying to shake your composure. If you panic, she won’t even need proof. People will just assume