My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 349:

Stewart, sensing the brewing storm, stepped in to intervene. “I can play the guitar.”

“How about a duet with you instead?” But Vicky wasn’t about to let him derail her plan. She shot him a pointed look. “Mr. Lopez, this isn’t your moment to play the knight in shining armor. Her husband’s right here, isn’t he?”

Stewart hesitated, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. With a sheepish laugh, he said, “That’s not what I meant. With you two stealing the spotlight, we old-timers need to elbow our way in for some airtime.”

Vicky arched a brow, her smile as cold as winter frost. “Violin and guitar don’t exactly harmonize well. If you’re keen on screen time, perhaps you could perform a solo later.”

Her words carried the sting of dismissal, but she couldn’t have cared less. In her eyes, Stewart’s clumsy attempt to mediate only confirmed what she already believed—that Carrie had no talent to speak of.

and paint her as nothing more than a woman riding her husband’s coattails. And in this era of social media, Vicky thought with grim satisfaction, even Kristopher’s influence wouldn’t be enough to stifle the roar

their attention to Carrie. Like Vicky, they had pegged Carrie as merely a decorative figure, a trophy wife. The look of admiration and envy they once held quickly morphed into one of disdain. What could a woman who seemingly possessed

Her overly styled, influencer-like appearance made no impact on him. People like Vicky were nothing more than insignificant fools, unable to cause any real harm. He wasn’t concerned about Carrie in

then shifted his focus to the woman next to him, his beloved. Observing her composed and unaffected manner, he was struck by how similar Carrie was to himself. The woman standing before him blended with the memory of the poised figure who, years ago, had proposed their contractual marriage. She was the same yet transformed. It was as if a once dormant bud had blossomed into something

him. He felt a swell of pride, yet also a subtle, inexplicable sense of loss. She no longer seemed to require his protection as she

just right, Vicky pretended to be generous. “If Carrie doesn’t know how, I won’t push her. I

responded calmly, “We could do a

I don’t know many

momentarily stunned by the response, caught in a tactical bind. If she consented to the duet, Carrie might choose a piece she excelled in, potentially turning the tables and making Vicky the subject of ridicule instead.