My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 219 Wren’s stern voice cut through the air.

“Enough!”

Freya froze, her defiance retreating as quickly as it had appeared.

In her eagerness to outmaneuver Elizabeth, she’d forgotten one crucial fact—Wren wasn’t someone you crossed lightly.

As a distant relative of the James family, Freya knew her place and wasn’t in a position to reprimand Wren’s granddaughter-in-law.

The mood of the crowd shifted; their previous whispers about Elizabeth turned into quiet critiques of the Myers family.

Remarks about their struggling business and Freya’s lack of decorum fluttered through the air like leaves caught in an unforgiving wind.

Freya felt the sting of their judgment.

She glanced around, searching for support, her eyes landing on Lily.

was elsewhere, drawn to Albin, who was tapping away

instincts kicked in, and she

her gracefully toward the villa, Freya’s gaze lingered on Elizabeth’s retreating

steeled herself, turning toward

as honey as

an exaggerated step

his eyes met hers, he relaxed, letting out a dramatic sigh as he patted

move so silently—you nearly gave me

you, a

caught off guard by

ghost? Was she not graceful,

decided to let it

get closer to Albin, and she wasn’t about to waste

she asked with forced patience, “Who are you texting? You seemed

glanced at his phone, a quirky profile picture

with a casual flick, he replied, “Just one of my