The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 415

Many people say that marriage takes away your freedom.

But that was never the case for him.

He could do whatever he pleased; tying the knot hadn’t changed a thing. If anything, having a capable wife meant he had no worries at home and could pour all his energy into building his career.

He’d always thought this arrangement was perfect.

Although… every now and then, he felt as if something was missing.

But he never bothered to figure out what.

Stella shot Haynes a strange look.

“Haynes, are you bored with your comfortable life and looking for a little excitement? Should I slap you a few more times so you can really experience my temper?”

Surely he didn’t have some odd kink, did he? Maybe he enjoyed being shouted at or pushed around?

If that was the case, she definitely wasn’t his type.

Rachel, who always managed to create drama out of thin air, was a much better match for him.

No wonder Haynes couldn’t seem to let Rachel go.

Snapping back to reality, Haynes’ expression returned to its usual cool indifference.

“I’ll give you three days to think it over.”

“No need.” Stella’s voice was even colder than his. “I refuse.”

“No need to be so hasty.” Haynes looked down at her, his tone soft but threatening. “Stella, even if you don’t care about yourself, you should think about the people around you.”

Stella smiled, but her eyes were icy. “Haynes, you were willing to spend a fortune on Rachel—money, connections, all of it. So why is a million in compensation suddenly too much for you?”

She met his gaze, her smile fading.

“Or is it that you’re so used to picking on easy targets that now that it’s my turn, you can’t even be bothered to bring money to the table? You think a threat will do the trick?”

Stella made her way over, smiling and greeting the musicians clustered around Antoney.

Someone recognized her. “Hey, aren’t you that talented violinist who went viral online a while back? I saw your video—your playing’s incredible!”

“Ms. Cameron,” another chimed in, “our company’s organizing an international music exchange. With your skills, I bet you could take on any of the foreign contestants—no problem. Would you be interested? And of course, the prize money’s nothing to sneeze at.”

“Ms. Cameron, you’re a charity ambassador and a violinist—a perfect match for our new brand. Ever considered being a spokesperson?” someone else asked.

As soon as people realized who Stella was, their eyes lit up and they crowded around, eager to make her acquaintance.

After all, these music events weren’t just about performing; they were a chance to network and strike up business deals.

Even the most accomplished musician still had to make a living—no one could survive on passion alone.

Stella was about to respond when a frosty voice sounded behind her.

“Well, well. Isn’t it our genius violinist, the one who didn’t even finish high school?”