My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 73:

When he offered no counter, Lise’s voice softened with empathy. “I get it, though. As a stay-at-home wife with no financial worries, it’s easy for feelings to spiral and turn into dramatic situations.”

Annoyed, Kristopher massaged his temples. “Backed by someone else? I’ve given her the best of everything. How many women in Orkset enjoy the privilege she has?”

Lise exhaled, her tone tinged with resignation. “But isn’t it true that satisfaction is always just out of reach for some? Perhaps she’s experiencing something… different with Mr. Rodgers. Maybe she’s chasing what she truly wants now.”

Outside the Hazelnut Time Coffee Shop, Carrie glanced back at Soren, who had followed her out, a mild headache throbbing at her temples. She was indifferent to Kristopher’s possible misconceptions about her; her primary concern was keeping Soren out of her private matters.

Her brows knitted in thought as she searched for a tactful way to dismiss him when a familiar silhouette caught her eye. There, by the roadside, stood Camille in a striking bodycon dress, enthusiastically waving at her.

“Sweetheart, congrats on breaking free from the chains of marriage!” she remarked with a gleeful grin.

Carrie froze for a moment, her mind racing to process Camille’s unexpected appearance from Steu Skua. Shifting her attention to Soren, she offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, my friend just showed up. I need to go.”

“And hey, just hit me up about the audition. I’m pretty flexible these days,” Carrie added, quickly grabbing Camille’s arm and leading her away.

Once they settled into a taxi, Carrie turned to Camille, curiosity painting her features. “What made you come back?”

“Success was elusive abroad, so here I am,” Camille responded nonchalantly, reclining in the seat. She then casually directed the driver, “Head to the Oasis Club, please.”

Suspicion flickered across Carrie’s face as she inquired, “And how exactly did you know to find me here?”

Wearing a self-satisfied grin, Camille declared, “Is there anything in the entertainment industry that escapes my notice? Of course, I’m in the loop—I heard Mr. Rodgers was meeting with Katrina right here.”

Camille alone was privy to the fact that Carrie used the pseudonym Katrina Spencer.noveldrama

With a playful wink, Camille teased, “But you know, I’d only ever heard the name Soren Rodgers before. I had no clue he was such a looker. Why not give him a chance, especially after dumping that jerk Kristopher?”

Carrie, still smarting from Kristopher’s cutting comments earlier, quickly interjected, “Please, don’t try to set me up. I’m really just focusing on my career at the moment.”

“Fine, fine, we’ll drop it. Today’s about celebrating your liberation,” Camille responded, her smile radiant and disarming.

They had shared their formative years as high school classmates. Back then, Camille was reserved and academically struggling, which meant few friendships within the class. As the class representative, Carrie occasionally covered for Camille when she failed to turn in her homework, which laid the groundwork for their acquaintance.

Their bond deepened dramatically the day Camille fell gravely ill and collapsed in the classroom. Without hesitation, Carrie hoisted her friend up and carried her to the infirmary, twisting her ankle during the effort. Despite her own discomfort, Carrie remained by Camille’s side for hours, ensuring her well-being. This act of kindness and solidarity marked a turning point, after which Camille truly began to open her heart to Carrie.

During her sophomore year of high school, Camille decisively rejected her father’s plans to use her marriage as a tool for family alliances. Claiming the need to study abroad, she escaped to Steu Skua and remained there for seven long years. Upon her return, Camille had finally carved out the life she had always envisioned for herself.

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