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

lobby, Elizabeth lingered by the vending machine,

one, but after

lot that you took the time to meet

I interrupting anything? I know

the soft cadence of Sandra’s voice

the stillness of the

down the fabric of Sandra’s coat as he reassured her

me away, and I haven’t had much time to be with

back, I’m focused on making sure you’re

Everything else can wait.”

insert her money into the machine—a physical manifestation of her inner

it heartache, or something

she felt completely out of

scene before her seemed almost

and yet, here he was, openly displaying

around Elizabeth’s heart as she wondered what,

of frustration overwhelmed Elizabeth, so intense

tightly, her fingers curling into a

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

hand reached for the second, a large, imposing hand

Elizabeth knew