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.

Albin, who was tapping away on his phone with a smile that

instincts kicked in, and she sensed an opportunity

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

steeled herself, turning toward

as honey as

an

eyes met hers, he relaxed, letting out a dramatic sigh

silently—you nearly gave me

you,

caught off guard by

she not graceful,

she decided to

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

frustration, she asked with forced patience, “Who are you

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a casual flick, he replied,