My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Carries phone buzzed, shattering the lull in the conversation.

A glance revealed a message from the script company: Are you available at the moment? The sender was typically no-nonsense, so this formality felt oddly out of place.

Carrie figured they were probably scrambling for the script, so she typed back quickly, Its a holiday, and Im back in my hometown.

Ill send the script as soon as I return.

It wont throw off SOTS schedule.

There are issues on our end.

Put the rest of the script on hold for now.

What kind of issues? Carrie asked, confident that as long as the instructions were clear, her scripts would hit the mark without fail.

The vagueness of the response made her suspect something more troubling might be brewing behind the scenes.

This time, the reply took an agonizingly long moment to arrive: We havent finalized things with the client yet.

Well let you know when theres an update.

Carrie frowned, taken aback.

Everything had been smooth sailing until the final stretch, and now the waters were choppy.

It seemed the promise of easy money was as fleeting as a rainbow after a storm.

Before she could dwell on it, Camille slapped a hand over her phone.

Why glued to your phone when were out having fun? Youre sucking all the joy out of the room! Alright, alright, Ill stop, Carrie said, switching off her screen and tucking the phone away.

The clients unhappy about something.

Hopefully, they wont ask for revisions.

Besides filming, Ive got a few events lined up.

She clasped her hands together in mock prayer.

Camille threw a glance at Elijah.

Youve got more money than youll ever spend, but you wont give Carrie a dime after the divorce? Shes breaking her back with filming and still has to take side gigs to keep the lights on? Albin, lounging with one leg draped over the other, almost toppled off his chair.

He scrambled to sit upright, his forehead damp with a sudden sweat.

Eat your food, Albin said hastily, shoveling more onto Camilles plate with his fork.

Camille pushed the plate away, her face scrunched with annoyance.

What am I, a pig? How am I supposed to eat with a mountain of food in front of me? She shot Albin a glare before swinging back to Elijah.

Whats the deal? What are you hiding? Where am I wrong? Hes been running around with Sandra, which, if you ask me, is practically cheating! Hes the one in the wrong here.

Its already generous enough not to demand half of his assets.

Why should Carrie walk away empty-handed? Carries keeping quiet because shes being gracious, but youre just taking advantage.

Isnt that bullying? Elijah, who had just pulled out a cigarette, set it back down.

Slowly, he replied, First, never mentioned divorce, and I never agreed to it when she brought it up.

Second, Ive never withheld anything from her.

If she wants to make her own money, she has to deal with the headaches that come with it.

Adults dont get to make choices without accepting the consequences.

Familiar with his cold, calculated tone, Carrie didnt bat an eye.

He spoke less like a husband and more like a detached executive dissecting a business dealhis words carried logic, stripped of any warmth.

Her emotions had been drained long ago.

Carrie replied with practiced calm, Mr.

James is right.

I made the choice, so Ill deal with the perks and the pitfalls that come with it.

Elijah tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, letting out a dry chuckle.

When Carrie agreed with him, it felt more unsettling than when they argued.

But her response was flawless, leaving no room for him to retaliate.

It was like throwing a punch at thin airhe was left with nothing but mounting frustration.

As their tense conversation fizzled out, the waiter approached with a tray of drinks, carefully setting each one on the table.

Finally, he placed a cola before Carrie, pausing to look at her.

Miss, this is freshly made cola.

It loses its fizz quickly, so you should drink it soon.

Carrie hadnt planned on drinking it immediately, but his words prompted her to take a sip.

The waiter watched her swallow before adding, Make sure to finish the rest while its still fresh.

With that, he turned and left, a sly glint in his eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, Camille leaned over and grabbed Carries half-full glass.

Let me try it.

The way he hyped it up, it must be magical.

Parched from all the salty food, Camille gulped down the remaining cola in one go.