My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

“But isn’t it true that contentment is always just out of reach for some? Perhaps she’s experiencing something… different with Mr.

Rodgers? Maybe she’s pursuing what she truly desires now.” Outside the Hazelnut Time Coffee Shop, Elizabeth glanced back at Soren, who had followed her out, a mild headache throbbing at her temples.

She was indifferent to Elijah’s possible misunderstandings about her; her primary concern was keeping Soren out of her private affairs.

Her brows furrowed in thought as she searched for a diplomatic way to dismiss him, when a familiar figure caught her attention.

There, by the roadside, stood Camille in a striking bodycon dress, enthusiastically waving at her.

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

Elizabeth froze for a moment, her mind racing to process Camille’s unexpected appearance from Steu Skua.

Shifting her gaze to Soren, she offered an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, my friend just showed up.

I need to go.”

“And hey, just let me know about the audition.

I’m pretty flexible these days,” Elizabeth added, quickly grabbing Camille’s arm and leading her away.

Once they were in a taxi, Elizabeth turned to Camille, curiosity visible on her face.

“What made you come back?”

“Success was elusive abroad, so here I am,” Camille responded casually, reclining in the seat.

She then casually instructed the driver, “Head to the Oasis Club, please.”

Suspicion flickered across Elizabeth’s face as she asked, “And how exactly did you 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 aware that Elizabeth used the pseudonym Katrina Spencer.

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 ditching that jerk Elijah?”

Elizabeth, still stinging from Elijah’s sharp words 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 freedom,” 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, Elizabeth occasionally covered for Camille when she failed to turn in her homework, which laid the groundwork for their connection.

Their bond deepened dramatically the day Camille fell seriously ill and collapsed in the classroom.

Without hesitation, Elizabeth lifted her friend and carried her to the infirmary, twisting her ankle in the process.