The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 162

Haynes's voice dropped to an arctic whisper. "And if I refuse?"

"Whether Ms. Pearce gets her happy ending... who knows?" The shrug was audible in their voice.

Haynes's stare turned deadly serious, the kind that makes your skin prickle. "Stella, you're pushing your luck."

Stella's eyelashes fluttered as she met Haynes's intense stare. Her eyes were unwavering.

"Oh, so you can threaten those I care about, and that's just fine, but if I use your beloved Rachel as leverage, suddenly I'm crossing a line?"

"Haynes, I've never wanted to drag others into our mess. If Rachel hadn't repeatedly shoved her way into my life, I wouldn't have bothered with her."

"If you have grievances with me, bring them to me directly. But if you so much as lay a finger on my friends..."

Stella leaned in, her voice steady and biting, each word deliberate.

"I'm not afraid to walk away with nothing to lose. If Rachel ends up in hot water, I promise your whole family won't be far behind."

The steel in her voice left Haynes momentarily speechless. In that instant, he realized the woman he thought he could easily control was far more formidable than he had ever imagined.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and after a few tense seconds, he tossed the divorce papers back into Stella's lap.

"If you want a divorce, fine. But I won't agree to split my assets."

Stella wasn't surprised. "What are your terms, then? Just lay them out."

Haynes sank into the nearby couch, his voice cool. "You leave with nothing, and I'll sign the papers."

Leave with nothing? Funny.

Stella didn't so much as blink. No sorrow, no regret—just cool indifference. It was ironic, really. Haynes had given Rachel everything, no strings attached. But with Stella? Every dollar came with an invoice.

...

The weekend arrived in no time.

It was the day of the talent show at the local kindergarten.

Stella, with her violin case slung over her shoulder, arrived early with Marvin Connolly.

"Stella, I'm so nervous," Marvin admitted, taking deep breaths in a futile attempt to calm his nerves.

Stella reassured him, "There's no need to be nervous. Just follow my lead during the performance, and take your time."

Marvin was about to respond when a gentle voice chimed in from behind them.

"Ms. Cameron, are you and Marvin playing the violin too?"