My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 1037:
The feeling was sharp, almost aggressive, as if someone’s gaze was pressing into her back.
She stopped short of stepping into the open elevator and turned abruptly. The corridor was quiet. A nurse was approaching
slowly, pushing a medical cart stocked with visible supplies: alcohol, iodine, cotton swabs. Everything seemed routine.
The nurse’s face was hidden beneath a mask and cap, but the gray strands of hair peeking out marked her as middle-aged.
Her head remained lowered, focused on the clipboard in her hands. Occasionally, she glanced up at the room numbers, giving
no indication that she had noticed Carrie at all.
But Carrie wasn’t reassured. If anything, her instincts sharpened. Her grip tightened.
The unease she’d felt moments ago hadn’t been imagined.
From where she stood, the elevator was the only way out. If the nurse didn’t enter one of the nearby rooms, she’d have no

choice but to take it to another floor.
Only one room remained. Carrie paused, choosing to wait. She had no intention of stepping into that confined space with the
nurse.
If the woman headed for the elevator, Carrie would let it go and take the next one. But if she entered the final room, then Carrie
could ride down alone, without concern.
There was a quiet rule Carrie lived by: ride the elevator alone or with a crowd—never just one stranger. Especially not in a place
like this.
Others might brush it off as paranoia or laugh it off as an internet meme. But Carrie had been through too much. Her caution
wasn’t fear. It was survival. Kristopher’s people were still around, after all. He might have been misled by Aliza, might even
resent her now—but he wouldn’t simply walk away. And Camille and Albin were here too.
“Wait a minute!” a voice called from behind.
Another nurse had appeared, striding quickly toward the cart-pushing woman. She tapped her sharply on the shoulder, clearly
irritated.

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“What are you doing here? You grabbed the wrong medication. Come with me. Now.”
The first nurse stood frozen for a beat, then turned. Her head angled slightly toward Carrie, just enough to make it unclear
whether she was responding to her colleague or eyeing Carrie herself.
“It’s not urgent,” the second nurse added briskly. “Just a nutritional supplement. But you can’t be careless like this.” Without
waiting for a reply, she took hold of the cart and wheeled it back the way she’d come.
The first nurse followed silently, moving away from Carrie and disappearing into a room down the hall.
Carrie looked up at the plaque above the door: Pharmacy Preparation Room. A slow breath escaped her. She turned back
toward the elevator, one hand unconsciously brushing over her stomach. Maybe this was what came with pregnancy—
heightened senses, or just irrational suspicion.
Carrie waited until the elevator arrived again, then stepped in alone. As the doors closed behind her, the two nurses inside the
Pharmacy Preparation Room exchanged glances.
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