My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 243

Chapter 243 Elizabeth settled into the front passenger seat, her lips pressed together in a tight line.

Elijah said nothing, simply sliding into the driver’s seat and steering the car away from Norris Mansion.

Midway through their journey, Elizabeth suddenly pointed ahead.

“The courthouse,” she announced.

Elijah glanced in the indicated direction.

“Yes, it is,” he replied casually, his mind drifting to the day they had registered their marriage.

In the swift passage of time, they had already been married for nearly three years.

In Mothor, the third wedding anniversary was known as the “Leather Anniversary”—a symbolic representation of a marriage that had weathered initial challenges and gained resilience.

Conversely, in Izrosa, it was called the “Wheat Anniversary,” signifying the rewards reaped from three years of shared life.

As Elijah contemplated potential anniversary celebrations, Elizabeth’s frigid voice shattered his thoughts.

“Stop the car.

We’re getting a divorce.”

The vehicle jerked to an abrupt halt.

Elijah turned, his expression darkening.

“What did you say?”

“What are you doing?!” Elizabeth shouted.

Her expression hardened, and she repeated with an air of finality, “I said we’re passing the courthouse.

Let’s go ahead and get the divorce done.

There’s no sense dragging this out.”

Had it not been for her seatbelt, she would have pitched forward with the sudden stop.

Elijah’s lips compressed into a thin line, tension filling the car’s interior.

The thought of proposing divorce the day after they had finally consummated their marriage seemed incomprehensible to him.

silence, Elizabeth cast a

exactly what we agreed upon? Are you

was yesterday your

clipped and

“Of course not.”

She wasn’t surprised.

his feelings for Sandra, it was hard to believe he hadn’t crossed that

of it mattered—not

to talk about,” she

just get it

You’re busy, after all.

to waste

tension hung heavy in the car as Elijah stared straight ahead, his

he bit out, “The courthouse

at her

“It’s only five.

They’re still open.”

countered, his tone

She arched a brow.

even need the certificate to get

a short,

a rush, are we?” His eyes flicked toward

“Look it up yourself.”

the time

“Fine.

We’ve got time.

the house to grab it—it’s just

the housekeeper

finish,

off her words like an

soft, syrupy voice drifted through

“Elijah…”

her eyes narrowing at

her glare, keeping his focus

wrong? Are you feeling

replied with a playful

with the most

dinner

hesitation, he answered, “I’ll be

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