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.

his silence, Elizabeth cast a

what we agreed upon? Are you backing out

Or was yesterday your first

voice, clipped and defensive,

“Of course not.”

She wasn’t surprised.

for Sandra, it was hard

now, none of

left to talk about,”

get it

You’re busy, after all.

need to waste

heavy in the car as Elijah stared straight

out, “The

at

“It’s only five.

They’re still open.”

his tone colder than

She arched a brow.

even need the certificate to get

a short,

a rush, are we?” His eyes flicked toward her

“Look it up yourself.”

the time again,

“Fine.

We’ve got time.

house to grab it—it’s just

better yet, call the housekeeper

could finish, Elijah’s

words like an axe

soft, syrupy voice drifted through

“Elijah…”

at the sound of

glare, keeping his focus

wrong? Are you feeling

with a playful

with

have dinner

he answered, “I’ll be

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