My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 After a moment of stillness, fresh tears welled in Elizabeth’s eyes, unstoppable and raw.

Perhaps it was time to release herself from the grip of her own false hopes—to finally face the reality she had refused to see.

The sheer volume of injuries from the fire was staggering, putting immense pressure on the already overwhelmed doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid.

Elizabeth had been only slightly grazed by a broken clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf.

Compared to the chaos around her, her injuries seemed almost insignificant.

She managed to receive basic care—a swift cleaning and a quick bandage wrap—at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her residence.

Bayview Villa, an opulent property under Kristopher’s ownership, was technically their marital home.

Living alone had become her routine, as Kristopher was hardly ever present.

She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, realizing that her life could easily be managed with takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner.

Now, she found herself as the lone occupant in the expansive living room, sinking into the couch, her gaze wandering across the vacant space.

The stark, monochromatic decor did little to bring warmth to the room.

A chilling realization crept in: this vast, refined space felt more like an enormous tomb, a quiet memorial for her lost youth and a love that had silently faded.

body heavy as she leaned against the chilly wall for

through her from the surface of

house, stark and hollow, amplified even the

nature of her loneliness—it was almost palpable, wrapping itself around

the bed, the very picture of exhaustion, feeling it both

this weariness, the sharp

out to me

cut through the

off guard

respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft,

will you join

emotions gripped Elizabeth’s hand tightly around the phone, her heart pounding faster with each

her rising anxiety, she demanded,

no reply, merely stating in a flat, uninterested tone, “If you

urgent matters, so I need to hang

ended the call, cutting off any chance for Elizabeth to

line filled her ears, Elizabeth’s

Deep down, she already knew his response, yet she had clung to

of self-inflicted irony, Elizabeth turned on her tablet and scrolled through

star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner.” A wry smile tugged at

too well what it was like to face harassment at

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