My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1062:

As the crowd’s attention shifted elsewhere, Kristopher stole a brief, conflicted glance in Carrie’s direction.

A strange feeling gnawed at his gut—this wasn’t over. Somehow, he sensed Carrie wouldn’t let things go easily. Aliza might soon face consequences.

Kristopher no longer pitied Aliza. Ever since he’d seen her true nature, he’d felt detached. Now, he was almost curious—eager, even—to see how Carrie would strike back.

Freed from the influence of his mother, Billie, he found Carrie to be a far more compelling woman. She never schemed maliciously, but when wronged, she always stood her ground. She retaliated with equal force, neither compromising her values nor backing down. For the first time in a long while, he began to understand why he had once cared for her.

But that realization also brought a flicker of remorse. He remembered how Carrie had taken care of him when he was sick. If their roles had been reversed, Kristopher wasn’t sure he would’ve done the same.

mask, her eyes locked on Carrie with seething hatred. To her, Carrie was supposed to

of the Morrison family in Isonridge, rising even

had claimed that Kristopher had lost his memory and was now fully devoted to Aliza. But watching him today, Lise realized something—memory loss or not, Kristopher didn’t love

had seen what Kristopher looked like when he was in love—and this wasn’t

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of them. Had he really forgotten the past? Still, Lise had no intention of letting Carrie go unpunished. She had lost everything—her freedom, her dignity—and it was only through Alethea’s maneuvering that she’d managed to be here at all.

of escape, and even her once impeccable looks had deteriorated under the harsh conditions of prison. But none of that mattered

on Alethea to sneak into the Music Association, hoping to witness Carrie’s public downfall. But Aliza had been utterly useless.

wanted revenge, she would have to take control herself. Carrie’s current success meant nothing. The last time, at the wedding, she’d only managed to cause a miscarriage. This time, she intended to go further—she would see to it that both Carrie and her unborn child died. Her gaze locked on Carrie’s gently rounded belly, her eyes cold and sharp with

long. Alethea had warned her at the hospital—she couldn’t afford to be