My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 662:

While she barely knew Marina, there was no way to be certain the woman wouldn’t act irrationally.

Despite her persistent calls, either the room’s soundproofing or the floor’s emptiness ensured no response came.

Her heart plummeted as memories of previous dangers surfaced. She cursed herself for not having Daxton escort her.noveldrama

Drawing from experience, she reasoned that if someone meant her harm, they wouldn’t have bothered with this elaborate setup just to trap her in a bathroom. A more likely scenario for reputation damage would involve sending in a man to compromise her.

It was an overused plot, but its effectiveness in destroying a woman’s reputation remained unchanged.

This line of thinking deepened her suspicions about Marina — perhaps she truly doubted Carrie’s Morrison connection.

Her instincts screamed to call for help.

Reaching for her phone, she realized with dawning horror that it remained in her suit jacket, now in the maid’s possession.

Amid her rising panic, she spotted salvation — a window beside the bathtub. Scrambling onto the porcelain surface, she thrust open the window and shouted desperately, “Reece! Arion! Camille! Daxton!” Her cries echoed unanswered into the empty air.

The unfamiliar view confirmed she faced the mansion’s rear while the party continued in the front hall — no one would hear her calls across that distance. Leaning out, she calculated her options. The third floor sat roughly seven meters high, with narrow one-foot ledges marking each floor’s exterior wall.

A fall from this height might hurt, but it wouldn’t prove fatal.

She weighed her choices: risk her reputation at the birthday party and potentially embarrass the Morrison family, or chance a sprained ankle. For Carrie, it wasn’t even a contest.

Carrie carefully slipped off her slippers, holding onto the window ledge to steady herself as she climbed out.

Clad in only a bathrobe, her heart raced with a mix of determination and apprehension. Beneath her robe, she was completely bare, and the cool breeze brushed against her skin, adding to the vulnerability of her position. She prayed silently that no one would pass by at that moment. If anyone looked up, they could see far more than she’d ever intended.

The first ledge was close, and with her long legs, she stepped onto it easily.

But the next was a daunting three meters away.

Carrie crouched down, gripping the ivy vines that climbed the wall like lifelines. She moved slowly, lowering herself inch by inch.

The world below seemed far away as her feet dangled in the air, searching for a foothold.

“Carrie?” The sound of a familiar voice made her freeze.

Her head turned with difficulty, and she looked down to see Kristopher staring up at her, his face etched with concern.

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