My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 304 Camille let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers playing with the edge of her sleeve.

He wants a relationship.

I dont.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, surprised.

Really? A moment ago, you were passionately ranting about Elijah being heartless.

Now, youre pulling the same move! I know.

Im a hypocrite, Camille admitted with a half-smile, entirely unashamed.

Her pout returned as she leaned back into the couch.

The truth is, my familys 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.

Theyd 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.

Ive been rebelling against my familys control since high school.

I fought so hard to make my own choices, to keep my relationships mine and mine alonenot 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 Ive done? Camille continued, her tone softening.

Its better this way.

Rather than risking a messy fallout later, Id rather enjoy what we have while it lasts.

That way, years from now, I can look back on him fondlynot as someone I hurt or someone who hurt me.

Elizabeth hesitated, choosing her words carefully.

But… what if it doesnt end the way youre imagining? What if things actually turn out better than you expect? Isnt this a bit too pessimistic? Camille shook her head, firm and resolute.

Im not willing to gamble on that.

now, I still have clarity, still have

to take the next step, Id fall too

horseonce it

her honesty, though it was tinged with

think about all this? Oh, he probably thinks

into an ironic

Its funny, really.

if thats what he

Albin to feel like

I dont need that.

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