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.

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

a battle, sending sharp pains surging through her from the surface of her skin down to

hollow, amplified even the smallest

nature of her loneliness—it was almost palpable, wrapping itself around her like a thick, sorrowful fog, tightening around her

bed,

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

reached out

cut through the line, cold and distant

guard by his unexpected

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

will you

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

and unable to restrain her rising anxiety, she demanded,

uninterested tone, “If you need something, we’ll

matters, so I need to hang

ended the call, cutting off any

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

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

turned on her tablet and

at a dinner by her formidable partner.”

all too well what it was like