My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 24 A brief tension clenched Sandra’s hands into fists before she quickly masked her emotions with a sly smirk.

She had deliberately brought Elijah along, eager to flaunt her success.

Sandra wanted to show Elizabeth that she hadn’t just stolen Elizabeth’s man, but was also taking the lead role she craved.

Hastily masking her true feelings, Sandra tugged at Elijah’s sleeve and feigned surprise.

“Why, what’s Ms.

Campbell doing here?”

Snapping out of his reverie, Elijah responded with cool detachment, “She’s had years of luxury, but this rough patch might be the reality check she badly needs.

Maybe she can’t handle it anymore and is considering crawling back to me.”

His awareness of Elizabeth’s situation was always current.

She had been living in a hotel, deliberately leaving all her belongings at their shared home.

Her actions seemed more like a petulant retreat for lack of attention than a genuine effort to divorce.

In his view, Elizabeth was so accustomed to a life of indulgence that she likely found it difficult to adjust on her own after their separation.

To him, Elizabeth’s sudden appearance was simply an acknowledgment of her inability to manage, perhaps even a sign of impending remorse.

their marriage, it didn’t surprise him at all that she had found him

lingered by the vending machine, eyeing the cans of Coke

she had planned to buy just one, but after some thought, she

you took the time to meet

anything? I know

of Sandra’s voice

stillness of the

a tender gesture, smoothing down the fabric of Sandra’s coat as

and I haven’t had much

that I’m back, I’m focused on making sure

Everything else can wait.”

to insert her money into the machine—a

it heartache, or something

felt completely out of

before her

were still legally married, their divorce proceedings unresolved, and yet, here he was, openly displaying affection for another

she wondered

of frustration overwhelmed Elizabeth, so intense that it

pressed her lips together tightly, her fingers curling into a fist, her eyes fixed on the vending machine with steely

the button firmly, she watched as two cans of Coke rattled into

down, she retrieved the first can, and just as her hand reached for the second, a

Elizabeth knew it was