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.

flailing in a frantic motion, searching for something

the edge of a painful fall, the bathroom

stood at the entrance, his suit impeccably

met, he hesitated, momentarily stunned, before

scooped her up in a smooth bridal hold, an

by his sudden appearance, Elizabeth realized with

swept over her as

intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes

at her with

honest, there’s nothing to see,” he

and a bit irritated, Elizabeth

all you’ve witnessed, I suppose nothing can surprise you

a touch of allure that outshone

understood that without love, even the most flawless body

hanging behind the door

deepened at