My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 197 The word “wife” slipped from Elizabeth’s lips like the whisper of a spring breeze, delicate and fleeting.

Yet to Elijah, it was like the first ray of sunlight breaking through a storm—warm and soothing.

A rare contentment filled him, smoothing the sharp edges of his normally guarded demeanor.

He reached for a bag Oliver handed him, settling into the chair by the bed.

His lips curled into a soft smile, one that could disarm even the coldest of hearts.

“Let me help you change,” he said tenderly, his voice low and intimate, the very picture of a devoted husband.

Elizabeth twitched her lips in silent derision.

onto a movie set, he’d sweep the Oscars with performances like these, she thought

her clothes but paused, glancing over

he said softly, the words

with a tenderness Elizabeth found nearly unbearable,

a practiced smile, but the glint in his

venom, broke the

“Mr.

live

of divorce, you manage to play

hand moved with deliberate gentleness as he tucked a stray strand