My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 961:

After sending her reply, her attention drifted back to Kathleen’s previous message. One name leaped from the screen—Hinks family.

Yes, she could still leverage Alethea’s position.

With that realization, she messaged Alethea, “I require a favor. I possess a video of Carrie participating in a threesome with two men.” Yet after sending it, her chat window remained dormant—Alethea offered no response.

The driver guided the vehicle into a parking space, exited, and opened her door. “Miss Herrera, please disembark.”

Kristopher completed his email, closed his laptop, and turned his attention to her. “Let’s proceed.”

Aliza felt as though invisible weights anchored her legs as she stepped from the car with measured movements, her mind racing frantically. If Kathleen couldn’t intervene and Alethea refused assistance, what options remained?

As she surveyed her surroundings, she suddenly noticed another vehicle entering through an alternate hospital entrance. The passenger window stood partially lowered, revealing Carrie seated inside.

A scheme crystallized in her mind.noveldrama

If she couldn’t fabricate the medical examination, she would orchestrate another miscarriage for this nonexistent child. And she would ensure this child perished by Carrie’s hand.

She yearned to discover whether Kristopher could ever forgive someone who had extinguished his child’s life!

“Kristopher.”

Aliza noticed Kristopher’s gaze following her line of sight and quickly stepped in front of him. She cupped his face with both hands, gently turning his head back toward her.

Kristopher met her eyes, his voice soft. “What’s wrong?”

𝓟𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮: 𝓰⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺⧽

She pouted playfully. “I need to use the restroom. Can you wait for me in the doctor’s office?”

“I’ll go with you.” His tone was gentle, but firm.

Feigning shyness, Aliza shook her head. “No, my stomach hurts a little. It might take me some time.”

Kristopher hesitated for a brief moment before nodding. He understood the hint—she wanted privacy. “Alright. It’s the first office on the third floor. If you can’t find it, just call me, and I’ll come get you.”

“Okay.” They stood close—close enough for her to catch the faint scent of his cologne. Aliza’s gaze flickered to his lips. On impulse, she tiptoed, intending to kiss him.

But just as her lips neared his, Kristopher straightened ever so slightly, tilting his head away in a subtle dodge. “Go on,” he said casually, as if he hadn’t noticed.

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