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.

tracked his whereabouts throughout their marriage, it didn’t surprise him at all that she had found

Elizabeth lingered by the vending machine, eyeing the

to buy just one, but after some thought, she decided

really means a lot that you took the time to meet me here,” Sandra said, her

I know how

then, the soft cadence of Sandra’s

gentle, in the stillness of the

smoothing down the fabric of Sandra’s

me away, and I haven’t had much time

back, I’m focused on making sure

Everything else can wait.”

seized Elizabeth’s hand as she reached to insert her money into the machine—a physical manifestation of her

it heartache,

completely out of place, like an intruder

before her seemed

married, their divorce proceedings unresolved, and yet, here he was, openly displaying affection for

around Elizabeth’s heart as she wondered what, if any, place she still held in Elijah’s

Elizabeth, so intense

her lips together tightly, her fingers curling into a fist, her eyes fixed on

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

hand reached

turning, Elizabeth knew it