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.

Elizabeth gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic motion, searching

on the edge of a painful fall, the bathroom door swung

at the entrance, his suit impeccably tailored,

hesitated, momentarily stunned, before quickly closing

a smooth bridal

sudden appearance, Elizabeth realized with a shock that she

wave of humiliation swept over her as she instinctively covered her

and the discomfort made her toes curl, her skin flushing a

looked down at her with a playful

nothing to see,” he teased

and a bit irritated,

witnessed, I suppose nothing can

with understated elegance, a touch of allure that

that without love, even the most flawless body

grabbed a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped

frown deepened at