My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 297 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.

she could dwell on it, Camille slapped a hand over

having fun? Youre sucking all the joy out of the room! Alright, alright,

unhappy

wont ask for

a few

her hands together in

a glance

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?

sit upright, his forehead damp with a sudden

shoveling more onto Camilles plate with

plate away, her face

to eat with a mountain of food in

Where am I wrong? Hes been running around with Sandra, which, if you ask me, is practically cheating! Hes the one in the

enough not to

quiet because shes

who had just pulled out a cigarette,

replied, First, never mentioned divorce, and I never agreed to it when she brought it

never withheld anything

has to deal with the headaches that come with

to make choices without accepting

cold, calculated tone, Carrie didnt bat an

like a husband and more like a detached executive dissecting a business dealhis words carried logic, stripped of any

been drained long

replied with practiced calm,

James is right.