My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 5 Without waiting for a response, she set her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step a reflection of newfound determination and independence.

Thirty minutes had passed, Elizabeth finally forced herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive.

As she raised her gaze, her reflection in the mirror halted her movements—her skin appeared as flawless and polished as fine porcelain, radiating with an unmarked glow.

Her eyes, deep pools of allure, glimmered with an inviting, soft warmth, drawing anyone bold enough to meet her gaze.

Although she was nearing her late twenties at twenty-five, she relished the fact that time had yet to leave its imprint upon her immaculate complexion.

Surely, a woman with such a face had no room for self-doubt.

Lost in her thoughts, Elizabeth carelessly stretched her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured.

Wrapped tightly in cling film to protect it from moisture, the suffocating layer had cut off her circulation, leaving her leg unnervingly numb.

As her foot hit the ground, it betrayed her, sliding forward unexpectedly.

arms flailing in a frantic motion, searching

of a painful fall, the

at the entrance, his suit impeccably

stunned,

as Elijah scooped her up in a smooth bridal hold, an unexpected

realized

of humiliation swept over her

their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl, her skin flushing

down at her with

nothing to see,” he teased

mortified and a bit irritated,

witnessed, I

curves with understated elegance, a touch of allure that outshone

body faded in

bathrobe hanging behind

deepened at her