My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 13 The delivery man quickly scanned the document in his hand and stated, “This is a divorce agreement, sent by Ms.

Elizabeth Campbell with instructions to deliver it directly to Mr.

Elijah.” The atmosphere in the room grew tense, as though an invisible force had struck Elijah and the others sharply across their faces.

The lively conversation in the private room suddenly stopped, replaced by a palpable, uneasy silence.

Eyes flickered between the people present, and each of them slowly lowered their gaze.

In the midst of the heavy quiet, only Albin dared to act.

Taking the folder from the delivery person, he returned to his seat and tossed it toward Elijah.

“Elijah, what did you do to upset her this time? She doesn’t seem to be joking around,” he remarked, a note of concern in his voice.

Albin was naturally curious about the contents of the folder, but even if given the chance, he wouldn’t dare look inside.

envelope alone, stamped with the unmistakable logo of a law firm, suggested serious

the dim light, Elijah’s face appeared to vanish into the shadows, darker than the swirling

grabbed a bottle of whiskey, poured

clear, and he carelessly set the bottle

Macallan, worth 1.5 million—a price even the wealthy Albin couldn’t ignore without feeling a pang of

to clean up the

placed his empty glass down with a soft clink, his

really just because of a missed call?” he muttered, his

The room remained still.

dared to answer, and even the sound of breathing seemed to

straightened her posture and gently

all my fault,” she murmured, her voice

my ongoing heart condition, my frail health, and those constant

with tears, casting her in a

a delicate hand over her heart, her