My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 3

After a moment of stillness, fresh tears welled in Elizabeth’s eyes, unstoppable and raw.

Perhaps it was time to release herself from the grip of her own false hopes—to finally face the reality she had refused to see.

The sheer volume of injuries from the fire was staggering, putting immense pressure on the already overwhelmed doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid.

Elizabeth had been only slightly grazed by a broken clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf.

Compared to the chaos around her, her injuries seemed almost insignificant.

She managed to receive basic care—a swift cleaning and a quick bandage wrap—at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her residence.

Bayview Villa, an opulent property under Kristopher’s ownership, was technically their marital home.

Living alone had become her routine, as Kristopher was hardly ever present.

She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, realizing that her life could easily be managed with takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner.

Now, she found herself as the lone occupant in the expansive living room, sinking into the couch, her gaze wandering across the vacant space.

The stark, monochromatic decor did little to bring warmth to the room.

A chilling realization crept in: this vast, refined space felt more like an enormous tomb, a quiet memorial for her lost youth and a love that had silently faded.

In this cold, empty house, would anyone even notice if her breath stopped one day? Elizabeth let out a weary sigh, her body heavy as she leaned against the chilly wall for support, struggling to ascend the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor.

Each step was a battle, sending sharp pains surging through her from the surface of her skin down to her sore bones.

The house, stark and hollow, amplified even the smallest sounds, heightening her sense of solitude.

It was today, in the midst of this profound silence, that Elizabeth truly understood the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness—it was almost palpable, wrapping itself around her like a thick, sorrowful fog, tightening around her heart like a vice, causing a dull, persistent ache.

Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very picture of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and emotionally.

Just as she succumbed to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the quiet.

“You reached out to me earlier.

What is it?” Kristopher’s voice cut through the line, cold and distant as always.

Elizabeth was caught off guard by his unexpected call.

Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice drifted through from the other end.

“Kristopher, will you join me to…”

A wave of emotions gripped Elizabeth’s hand tightly around the phone, her heart pounding faster with each passing second.

Overcome with panic and unable to restrain her rising anxiety, she demanded, “Who’s with you?”

Kristopher gave no reply, merely stating in a flat, uninterested tone, “If you need something, we’ll talk when I’m back.

I’ve got urgent matters, so I need to hang up.”

He quickly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Elizabeth to respond.

As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Elizabeth’s lips twisted into a rueful smile.

How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she already knew his response, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it.

With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Elizabeth turned on her tablet and scrolled through the day’s trending topics.

One headline caught her eye: “A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner.” A wry smile tugged at her lips.

Elizabeth knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners.

She vividly remembered her first major audition after entering the entertainment world; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series “Serene Sighs.”

As a newcomer to the dizzying world of showbiz, Elizabeth had felt incredibly vulnerable, unsure of how to navigate the murky waters of such events.

The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, “Is this the new talent you’re introducing? She seems presentable, but let’s see how she handles a drink.

Here’s the deal: if you can down this bottle in one go, I’ll secure you an audition for the lead role.”

Elizabeth was inclined to refuse, but under her agent’s relentless pressure, she found herself forced to finish the entire bottle.

As the night wore on, she was quickly rushed to the hospital, suffering from a severe stomach ailment.

Her agent, anxious about the role going to someone else, hastily settled the hospital bills and left.

At that point, Elizabeth found herself alone in a hospital bed for several long days.

Yet, even before Elizabeth could leave the hospital, the media buzzed with the news that Sandra had landed the lead role in “Serene Sighs.”

Later, her agent reprimanded Elizabeth for her lack of ambition, complaining, “You’re more appealing than Sandra, so why don’t you show more initiative? She cozied up to Mr.

James and barely had to try.

She’s surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need.

I heard Mr.

James himself orchestrated her getting the lead role!”