My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1103

With a bitter laugh, Lise twisted her lips in disgust. “That pathetic woman, Billie…”

Lise’s words sliced through the air, sharp and fleeting, but a glint of impatience flared in her narrowed eyes. “Why do I even bother talking to you?”

Carrie, however, had already unraveled the truth woven into that single, venomous sentence. The person who had dragged Lise from her troubles was not Billie. No, it was someone else entirely, someone with their own agenda.

Her mind raced, conjuring a parade of faces. She wavered for a moment, teetering between Kelsey and Alethea. Then, like a puzzle piece snapping into place, her thoughts locked onto Alethea.

If Kelsey had been the one pulling strings, only one explanation made sense: she had uncovered Carrie’s secret—that Carrie was her niece. The revelation would have shifted everything, given Kelsey a reason to act.

She might bribe or manipulate, but dragging Lise into this mess? That

though, was another story. Hatred simmered in her every glance at Carrie, a cold, unrelenting disdain. But she had no desire to gain anything from Carrie. Still, Carrie doubted even Alethea’s loathing

the Hinks family. If Alethea feared Carrie might challenge

her spiraling thoughts, Carrie barely noticed

lips. “Oh, Carrie, I pegged you for someone with spine. Guess I was wrong.

leaned closer, her voice dropping to a hiss. “Scrambling to beg me now? Keep dreaming. Let me spell it out: I am broke. There’s no way I can get out of Mothor. If I let you walk away, the Morrisons will have the cops on me before I can blink. I’ll be thrown

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out a sleek box of cigarettes. She traced the embossed design with

touch, savoring the small luxury. Then, with

three times—she cursed under her breath before the flame finally sparked to life. She lit the cigarette, drawing deeply, letting the smoke curl through