My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

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.

notice if her breath stopped one day? Elizabeth let out a weary sigh, her body heavy as she leaned against the

battle, sending sharp pains surging through her from

even the

this profound silence, that Elizabeth truly understood the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness—it was almost palpable, wrapping itself around her like a thick, sorrowful fog, tightening around her heart like a vice, causing a dull, persistent

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

she succumbed to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced

out to me

Kristopher’s voice cut through the line, cold and distant

was caught off guard

before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice drifted through from the other

you

of emotions gripped Elizabeth’s hand tightly around the phone, her heart pounding

with panic and unable to restrain her rising anxiety, she demanded, “Who’s

gave no reply, merely stating in a flat, uninterested tone, “If you need something, we’ll

matters, so I need

quickly ended the call, cutting off any chance

disconnected line filled her ears, Elizabeth’s lips twisted

she felt! Deep down, she already knew his response, yet she

of self-inflicted irony, Elizabeth turned on her tablet and scrolled through the day’s

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

too well what it was like to