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.

this man ever stepped onto a movie set, he’d sweep the Oscars with performances like these,

unbutton her clothes

my wife needs to change,” he said softly, the words directed at

gaze, filled with a tenderness Elizabeth

but the glint in his eyes

tone, honeyed with venom, broke

“Mr.

live up

divorce, you manage

moved with deliberate gentleness as he tucked a stray