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.

his whereabouts throughout their marriage, it didn’t surprise him at all that

the vending machine,

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

the time to meet me here,” Sandra said, her voice tinged with

I know how busy you usually

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

gentle, in the stillness of the lobby, her words were

turned just in time to see Elijah, with a tender gesture, smoothing down the fabric of Sandra’s coat as he reassured her warmly, “It’s no

and I haven’t had much

that I’m back, I’m focused on

Everything else can wait.”

sudden tremor seized Elizabeth’s hand as she reached to insert her money

heartache, or something

completely out of place,

scene before her seemed almost

unresolved, and yet,

wondered what, if any,

of frustration overwhelmed Elizabeth, so intense that it almost

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

watched as two cans of Coke rattled

as her hand reached for the second, a

knew it