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.

been forced to repeatedly defend my integrity. But what of my

this unscathed. If I prove I am indeed Randell’s composer, I expect Miss Herrera to publicly acknowledge her theft

similarities between their compositions while insisting Carrie

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

Aliza’s eyes, her composure slipping inch by inch. She had never imagined that Carrie—quiet, low-key Carrie—was the genius composer behind Randell’s most celebrated

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

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

You didn’t plagiarize anything, so what

smile, her expression a strained mix of anxiety

“Y-Yeah… you’re right.”

reached over and grabbed her hand. She shot Aliza

to shake your composure. If you panic, she won’t even need proof. People will just