My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

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And according to what Billie had told her, Carrie hadn’t touched a piano since leaving her hometown. The only time she had ever
performed publicly, it was using one of Josh’s legendary compositions. Josh’s music was so masterful that even an amateur
pianist could bring a crowd to tears.
Besides, she had just overheard Carrie and Arion dismiss the music as “trash.” That alone convinced her—Carrie couldn’t have
written it. No. The most likely explanation was that Carrie, like herself, had hired a ghostwriter.
But even in that, Aliza found herself gritting her teeth.
Why was it that even when it came to cheating, Carrie still outshone her?
Then another thought occurred—more cunning, more enticing. This level of composition had to come from someone within the

Music Association. If she claimed it as her own, who would dare challenge her?
Certainly not the ghostwriter. These types weren’t driven by money but by ambition—by proximity to power. The ghostwriter must
be seeking to curry favor with the Morrison family in hopes of securing promotions or coveted performance opportunities.
They wouldn’t risk their standing just to call her out. If anyone found out they were ghostwriting, their reputations would be
destroyed, and they’d be expelled.
With this in mind, Aliza opened her bag, carefully stuffed in the crumpled sheets, and quickly left the practice room—her lips
curling into a satisfied smile.
A few days later, Carrie strolled through a baby store, browsing items with Jenesis at her side.
Originally, Camille had planned to join her, but Albin had run into trouble, and Camille had flown to Zimeron with Kristopher’s
people to resolve it.
As Jenesis watched Carrie examine a set of baby clothes, she asked offhandedly, “Any word on Albin?”
She barely knew the man—and frankly, didn’t care—but she’d worked with Camille before, and it was obvious how much Camille
cared for him.
Carrie shook her head gently, her tone soft. “No. There’s been no news these past few days. I’ve tried calling Camille, but I can’t
get through. The signal over there is terrible.”

Although Carrie couldn’t reach Camille, she wasn’t worried for her safety. With Kristopher’s men involved, she was confident
Camille was in good hands. It was Camille’s heart she was more concerned about.
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Jenesis gave a wan smile and picked up a baby blanket, folding it idly. “It reminds me of a question I came across online a while
back,” she said thoughtfully.
Carrie, who was holding a baby bottle and examining the shape of the nipple, looked up curiously.
Jenesis paused, as if carefully choosing her words. “It went something like... if you had to choose, would you rather the person
you love be alive and not love you, or be gone forever? Something of that nature.”
Hearing Jenesis’ words, Carrie’s thoughts didn’t turn to Camille or Albin. Instead, they instinctively drifted to Kristopher.
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