The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

"If it's just money you're after, I can give you a sum for old times' sake. All I ask is that you stop playing with her feelings."

"Ms. Cameron has been a wreck over this. It's a loss for our entire league," one of the women added, her tone righteous and firm. The other two nodded in agreement, each as self-assured as the last.

Stella looked at them, her voice calm but unyielding. "Since you all seem to know who I am, then you must also know about my recent falling out with Rachel. I'm sure the details haven't escaped you."

The three exchanged glances, nodding again, though it was clear they didn't quite grasp her point.

She continued, "You've all spoken with such certainty, even producing photos as proof. But photos can be faked. I've watched the videos you provided too—not a single clear shot of his face. Frankly, I have serious doubts about your story."

She let her words settle, then said, "So, I've decided to take this matter public and ask for leads online. If you're telling the truth-that you were really in a

relationship with him-surely someone among your friends would have met him at some point."

"Even if you managed to hide your relationships well, it's hard to believe all three of you could keep them secret from everyone you know, isn't it?"

your stepsister, and around that time you met Joshua. That little charade with Joshua turned out to be more than

stepsister and your ex-fiancé should definitely know about Joshua's existence. You claim you were with him, but Joshua says he doesn't know you at

faces

get them to lie on their behalf. But ordinary acquaintances? Not everyone would be willing to cover for them. In fact, there might be so-called "best friends" lurking in their circles who secretly resented them

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as powerful as Mr. O'Brien couldn't easily Silence me. If I share this online and ask for information, who

obscurity. If you get caught spreading blatant lies,

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most fragile, looked almost unhinged. The heiress glanced nervously at

coldly, "Why do you keep staring