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.

even notice if her breath stopped one day? Elizabeth let out a weary sigh, her body

a battle, sending sharp pains surging through her from

house, stark and hollow, amplified even the smallest sounds, heightening her sense of

loneliness—it was almost palpable,

sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very picture of exhaustion, feeling

this weariness, the sharp ring of the

reached out to me

Kristopher’s voice cut through the line,

caught off guard by

she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine

will you

around the phone, her heart pounding faster with each

restrain her rising anxiety, she demanded,

in a flat, uninterested

so I

cutting off any

beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Elizabeth’s lips twisted

she already knew his response, yet

irony, Elizabeth turned on her tablet

caught her eye: “A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner.”

was like to face

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