My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage - Chapter 294

Chapter 294:

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Carrie’s eyes widened at Camille’s bluntness, and she instinctively glanced around to ensure no one else could hear. Thankfully, the street was deserted, sparing them from any wandering ears. While she wasn’t exactly a prude, hashing out such personal matters in full volume on the open pavement felt like airing laundry in the town square.

Without missing a beat, she latched onto Camille’s arm and steered her briskly toward Gracie’s apartment. “Lower your voice, will you? This is your personal business, not a town hall announcement.”

“Sex is as ordinary as having a meal or sipping water,” Camille shot back, her stubbornness clear.

Even so, she grudgingly toned it down a notch.

Carrie pressed forward, unwilling to let it drop. “Alright, then—spill it. Are you two an item now, or was this just a flash in the pan?”

Camille let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers toying with the edge of her sleeve. “He wants a relationship. I don’t.”

Carrie raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Really? A moment ago, you were passionately ranting about Kristopher being heartless. Now, you’re pulling the same move!”

“I know. I’m a hypocrite,” Camille admitted with a half-smile, entirely unashamed. Her pout returned as she leaned back into the couch. “The truth is, my family’s already climbing the social ladder by associating with the Murray family. If Albin and I were to actually date, I can already see how my parents would react. They’d practically roll out the red carpet for him and expect me to play the perfect little hostess.”

Her voice hardened, her fingers tightening into fists. “I’ve been rebelling against my family’s control since high school. I fought so hard to make my own choices, to keep my relationships mine and mine alone—not tools for their ambitions. If, after all that effort, I still end up right back where I started, then what was the point of everything I’ve done?”

Camille continued, her tone softening. “It’s better this way. Rather than risking a messy fallout later, I’d rather enjoy what we have while it lasts. That way, years from now, I can look back on him fondly—not as someone I hurt or someone who hurt me.”

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Carrie hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “But… what if it doesn’t end the way you’re imagining? What if things actually turn out better than you expect? Isn’t this a bit too pessimistic?”

Camille shook her head, firm and resolute. “I’m not willing to gamble on that. Right now, I still have clarity, still have control. But if we were to take the next step, I’d fall too deep. Love’s like a runaway horse—once it starts, there’s no stopping it.”

Carrie admired her honesty, though it was tinged with sadness. “What does Albin think about all this?”

“Oh, he probably thinks I’m a playgirl,” Camille said with a dismissive shrug. Her lips curled into an ironic smile. “It’s funny, really. It was my first sexual experience, but if that’s what he wants to believe, fine. The last thing I need is for Albin to feel like he has to take responsibility. I don’t need that. How can chastity define a woman’s worth in this modern age?”

Meanwhile, at a villa in Fayedge Hot Spring…

Daxton lounged on the plush leather couch, his usual polished demeanor replaced by something far more menacing. His left ankle rested casually on his right knee, and one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch. In his free hand, he spun a small pistol, the motion hypnotic and deliberate.

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