My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 220 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.

focus was elsewhere, drawn to Albin, who was tapping away on

in, and she sensed an opportunity slipping

her gracefully toward the villa, Freya’s gaze

hesitated, then steeled herself,

sweet as honey as she called out,

an exaggerated

relaxed, letting out

silently—you nearly gave me a heart attack sneaking

you,

off

she

to let

to Albin, and she wasn’t about to

frustration, she asked with forced patience, “Who are

a quirky profile picture making him

with a casual flick, he replied,