My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 962:

Aliza froze for a second. Did he avoid the kiss on purpose, or was it unintentional?

Then, realization struck. Who tries to kiss someone right after complaining about a stomachache?

She laughed it off, recovering quickly. “Alright, I’ll go first. I’ll find you later.” Without dwelling on it, she turned and headed inside the hospital, disappearing down the hall. But instead of going to the restroom, she turned the corner and walked in the direction she had seen Carrie earlier.

Daxton had taken Carrie for her physical, and the first test was a urine sample.

Carrie glanced at the small plastic cup in her hand, her expression tinged with awkwardness. “Why don’t you wait outside?”

Daxton chuckled and nodded. “Sure. I have a call to make anyway. Just let me know when you’re done.”

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To ease the moment, he casually pulled out his phone and walked a short distance away.

Carrie exhaled and headed into the restroom.

Aliza had been searching floor by floor. When she reached the third floor, her steps came to a sudden halt. She saw Carrie emerging from the restroom, a small plastic cup in hand.

A urine test?

A pregnancy test?

Aliza’s palms grew clammy. A chill spread through her as her heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes darkened with resentment. Was Carrie pregnant?

Her gaze dropped to Carrie’s stomach—still flat, showing no outward sign of pregnancy. If she really was expecting, the baby had to be less than three months along. A calculation flashed through Aliza’s mind, and suddenly, the pieces clicked. The timing matched up. Carrie must have gotten pregnant from that night in the hotel. With Kristopher’s child.

The realization sent a surge of rage crashing through her. It was the same one-night stand. The same twist of fate. The same pregnancy.

Why was Carrie carrying Kristopher’s child, while she… while she had been left with the offspring of those disgusting thugs? Aliza clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. Hadn’t she heard that Carrie was supposed to be infertile? So why now?

Why did fate keep favoring Carrie while cursing her? Her thoughts spiraled into darkness. If Lise’s arranged shooting had gone as planned, Carrie wouldn’t even be alive right now.

But since everything had gone wrong, she would make sure it was corrected. Both children—Carrie’s and hers—should never have existed. And she would make sure they disappeared together.

Her gaze flicked around the corridor. No one was nearby. Then, she noticed something—the surveillance camera in the stairwell had been removed. Whether it was under maintenance or broken, all that remained was an empty connector.

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