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.

it didn’t surprise him at all that

vending machine, eyeing the cans of

one, but after some thought, she

took the time to meet me here,” Sandra said,

anything? I know how

then, the soft cadence of Sandra’s voice floated from behind

in the stillness of the lobby, her words were

tender gesture, smoothing down the fabric of Sandra’s coat as he reassured her warmly,

away, and I haven’t

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

Everything else can wait.”

reached to insert her money into

it heartache,

that moment, she felt completely out of place, like an intruder in

her

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

she wondered what,

of frustration overwhelmed Elizabeth, so intense that it almost choked

fingers curling into a fist, her eyes fixed on the vending machine

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

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

turning, Elizabeth knew it was