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 for something to hold on

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

at the entrance, his suit impeccably

hesitated, momentarily stunned, before quickly closing the

in a smooth bridal hold, an unexpected pressure around

realized with a shock that she

of humiliation swept over her as she instinctively

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

at her

honest, there’s nothing to

and a bit

all you’ve witnessed, I suppose

curves with understated elegance, a touch of allure that outshone Sandra’s painfully flat, almost awkwardly

flawless body faded

bathrobe hanging behind the door

frown deepened at her