My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 804:

The Morrison family watched her with cold indifference, their silence louder than any reprimand.

There was no need for words. Judgment had already been passed.

She could feel their eyes on her, each one a crushing weight of disdain and amusement, pressing her deeper into humiliation. She had come here tonight to flaunt her fiancé, to stand above them—to finally prove that she belonged.

Now, she was nothing more than a public disgrace.

From the stage, Marina’s voice rang out, sharp and unrelenting.

“You tried to seduce Kristopher, and when you failed, you took it out on Carrie—manipulating me into discrediting her!”

The words sliced through the air, each syllable landing with the weight of a public execution. In the silence that followed, the last shred of hope in Aliza’s heart crumbled.

For so long, she had convinced herself that the Morrison family had moved on.

That Kristopher’s amnesia had erased the past, burying it in a place where it could never resurface.noveldrama

She had never anticipated that they were merely biding their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.

The Morrison family had spent the evening raising Carrie to the pinnacle of Isonridge high society—while ensuring Aliza’s fall was just as catastrophic.

For years, Aliza had fought to climb higher, striving to be seen as one of them. She had never truly been welcomed into the inner circles, but at least she had been tolerated—treated with polite indifference at worst. Even among the middle-class social climbers, she had been someone they fawned over, eager to bask in the glow of her proximity to the elite.

But then Carrie entered the picture, and everything unraveled.

A divorced man from Orkset—a man she had practically thrown herself at—would rather pine for his ex-wife than spare her a second glance. And the woman who had once been beneath her in every way had not only risen above her, but had completely crushed her.

Yet even that wasn’t enough for Carrie. She had to humiliate her here, in front of everyone who mattered. Aliza had never experienced such disgrace.

But the whispers had already begun.

“What?” someone in the crowd gasped.

“I thought she and her fiancé were madly in love. I heard her family set them up—turns out she seduced him herself?”

Another voice scoffed.

“Are you really surprised? When her cousin failed to land Reece, didn’t she try to go after both Morrison brothers herself? Deliberately bumping into them at banquets, playing the helpless victim—she’s no different from those cheap escort girls in shady clubs.”

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