My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 580:

Carrie suspected that Ruby’s job loss was tied to her not extending her contract with the company. Seeing an opportunity, Carrie linked her arm with Ruby’s. “This might be advantageous. I was just about to ask you for a favor but wasn’t sure how to approach you. It seems like fate’s making it easier for us to talk now.”

Ruby tilted her head, confusion flickering across her face. “Hmm?”

Carrie took her hand and gently pulled her toward the apartment. “Don’t just stand there in the hallway. Let’s talk inside.”

Once inside, a sense of calm washed over Carrie. The apartment, modest yet warm, was her sanctuary—the one place that truly felt like her own. She led Ruby to the sofa and gestured for Camille to join them.

As they settled in, Carrie took a deep breath and broke the silence. “My family’s company is back under my control,” she began, her voice steady. “The old contracts and collaborations have been wrapped up. Now, I’m planning to take it in a completely new direction. I want to start a media company.”

gaze unwavering. “I need someone I can trust. Someone to help me make this vision a reality.

“Deal! I’m done being a worker bee. Time to flip the

placing her hand atop theirs with a playful grin. “Count me in! I’ve been thinking about starting something of my own, too. I’m tired of living a life revolving

in the room shifted, the weight of past struggles lifting as the three women

in weeks, Carrie felt a glimmer of hope. Talking about the new company was like opening a window to let in fresh air. It was a ray of light cutting through the

the sofa, her exhaustion evident. Ruby noticed and reined in her excitement. “Let’s stop here for tonight. Carrie, are you staying here

I’ll call my driver to pick me up.” She didn’t want to linger. If she stayed too long, there was a chance

home. The maid greeted her cautiously, sensing the tension in her demeanor. “Oliver said there was an urgent matter at the office,”

like overtime at Lise’s place. She imagined him already asleep there, wrapped in tender comfort and understanding. It wasn’t hard to see why he might prefer it. At home, all he’d