My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 805:

Each word pierced Aliza’s heart like a sharp blade.

Her personal life had always been a chaotic mess—manipulating men, trampling over women—it was second nature to her. But she had never once considered herself in the wrong. It never occurred to her that one day she would be the one humiliated in front of everyone. After all, she was a Herrera. If she played around, it was just harmless fun, the indulgence of a privileged socialite. At worst, people called her “open-minded.” Harsh judgment? That was reserved for women beneath her, not someone of her status.

She had been coddled since birth—how dare they lump her in with common escorts?

Aliza’s gaze darted around nervously before she snapped, “That’s ridiculous! How can you say that about me? We’re all women—why are you attacking me like this?”noveldrama

A voice fired back without hesitation, “Isn’t that exactly what you do? Since you can’t hold on to a man, you take it out on other women.”

With Torrie nowhere in sight, the guests grew bolder.

“Even Torrie, the so-called eldest daughter of the Herrera family, almost cheated on Reece back then. Lucky for him, he wised up in time and dumped her. If he had actually married her, he would’ve been the biggest joke of the year!”

Aliza watched in horror as even Torrie was dragged into the insults. Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

A cold shiver ran down her spine. In this grand banquet hall, she was utterly alone. Not a single soul stood up for her—everyone was eager to trample her further into the ground.

Regret consumed her. Why had she been so foolish to listen to Torrie and show up here?

Torrie had never truly respected her—she treated her like a lackey, ordering her around like hired help. Yet somehow, Aliza had still trusted her.

And Kristopher… that heartless bastard. As far as he knew, she was still his fiancée. How could he just abandon her and leave first, as if she were nothing?

Men. Every last one of them was worthless.

Sensing that the crowd had had their fill, Jenesis put on an air of generosity.

“It’s understandable that a small family like the Herrera family may fall short in raising their children properly. In the end, a child’s mistakes reflect on the parents. So, we can’t place all the blame on you. Besides, Carrie has only just returned to our family. We’re simply grateful to have her back and don’t wish to make things any harder than they already are.”

By invoking divine mercy, Jenesis made one thing crystal clear—if not for the Morrison family’s graciousness, they could have crushed Aliza or wiped out the entire Herrera family without a second thought. From anyone else, such words might sound like an empty threat, but from the Morrison family, it was nothing short of a guarantee. Aliza’s strength drained from her body. Her knees buckled, and she crumpled to the floor.

With a simple wave of Jenesis’s hand, the two bodyguards gripping Aliza’s arms released her and silently stepped back.

But her words carried an even deeper meaning—a warning to everyone in the room.

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