My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1016:
Across the table, Arion set down his utensils, having finished his meal. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and casually said, “I’m
free this afternoon. I’ll go with Carrie to the Association. I’ve got a few errands to run there anyway.”
Reece hesitated, then looked at Arion, his tone clipped. “Keep an eye on her. If you can’t finish your errands, delegate them.”
“Sure,” Arion replied with a grin, unfazed by his brother’s tone.
Meanwhile, back at the villa, Kristopher lay in bed, feigning weakness beneath the sheets. The doctor had just left, reassured by
Kristopher’s repeated insistence that his condition was nothing serious.
Aliza sat beside him, legs crossed, scrolling distractedly on her phone. Her patience was clearly wearing thin.
Her screen lit up with a message from a boutique assistant: a new collection had just arrived—exclusive, limited pieces. Her
thoughts drifted to the spa day she had scheduled later that week, where she was bound to run into the social elites of Isonridge.

In that world, fashion was a bloodsport. Wearing outdated jewelry would make her an interesting topic for gossip. The urge to
shop itched at her.
She glanced at Kristopher, then quickly fabricated an excuse. “Kristopher... my mom asked me to go with her this afternoon to
handle something...”
Before she could finish, Kristopher cut in, his voice quiet but firm. “Go ahead.”
Aliza blinked. “But... are you sure? How can I leave when you’re like this?”
Kristopher, still staring at the ceiling, kept his tone neutral. “You’re not a doctor. If something really happens, there’s nothing you
can do anyway. And didn’t the doctor just say I’m fine?”
That was true. The doctor had been arranged by Aliza herself—her chosen professional. She had no reason to question the
diagnosis.
“Well... alright then,” she said, standing. “Make sure you rest.” She turned to Kristopher’s assistant at the door, her tone
suddenly sharp. “If anything happens to Mr. Norris, call me and the doctor immediately.” Then she leaned in, attempting to kiss
Kristopher goodbye.
Kristopher tilted his head slightly, pretending to check his phone, subtly avoiding her lips.

Aliza didn’t push it. His apparent frailty had already dulled any hint of affection. After a few final reminders, she finally left.
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Once Aliza was gone, Kristopher told the assistant he wanted to sleep and instructed him not to disturb him unless absolutely
necessary.
After the assistant left, he reached for his phone and unlocked a secure, encrypted email account. His fingers moved with
purpose as he drafted a request—detailed and urgent. He asked for a full investigation into his past interactions with both Carrie
and Aliza. And more importantly, an in-depth analysis of the medication he had been prescribed—medication he had taken
without question for months.
During this time, Kristopher had placed blind trust in his mother and the members of the Herrera family. Their words had shaped
his beliefs, their intentions taken at face value. But as the days passed and details slowly unraveled, an unsettling truth began to
emerge—a truth he could no longer ignore. Even those closest to him... seemed to be orchestrating something he wasn’t aware
of.
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