My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 280 Just a short walk from Gracies apartment complex, Elizabeth meandered along a slim trail.

Surrounded by decades of history, the neighborhoods structures were adorned with creeping ivy.

Wafting through the air was the scent of home-cooked delicacies, punctuated occasionally by snippets of conversation emanating from the open windows.

In its quaintness, this locale offered a sense of warmth missing in the relentless hustle of larger cities.

Upon arriving at the gate, Elizabeth noticed several families lounging beneath the trees, engaged in after-dinner conversations.

A fat, elderly woman with streaks of gray in her hair leisurely waved her fan, saying, It seems most of our longtime neighbors have departed.

The younger ones taking their place only return late, weary from extended work hours.

Soon, the evenings will be too quiet for a chat.

After the news, its directly off to bed for everyone.

A woman in her forties, swatting at a mosquito on her leg, retorted, Oh, youre missing the joy in life.

Your son in Orkset bought a spacious house for you, yet you choose to stay.

What pleasure do you find in these nightly chats? All I get are mosquito bites everywhere! The elder sighed, replying, When youre old, you yearn for your roots.

Youth may enjoy the constant motion, but at my stage, I seek tranquility and steadiness.

Indeed, its difficult for the elderly to settle into new environments, another slender senior added, edging closer.

Gracie from the third floor, always so strong, used to accompany me on morning walks for groceries.

after moving to Orkset with her granddaughter, she fell

I heard, shes been

our last conversationI

of their conversation, was

feeling suddenly out of place about

forties ceased her battle

not about adjusting

are mere miles apart,

me, its clearfamily issues are whats

her words

group hooked on her words, she continued, Her daughter died

swirled that her

brought up her

she always came to visit her

a glimpse of her husband? Clearly, her in-laws and spouse dont

generations facing similar misfortunesits

to the cemetery, they opted not to stay at her childhood home,

to speculate, saying, Its true, isnt it? Elizabeths husband never accompanies

he has no regard

to join her for a visit to her

morals often diminish! A small-town girl like Elizabeth cant possibly keep a big city boss

might say theyre divorced already, which could be whats

father kept a mistressperhaps her husband follows

too hideous to

men arent known for their

as attractive as

their wild conjectures, couldnt help but