My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

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.

Noting his silence, Elizabeth cast a mocking glance.

“What? Isn’t this exactly what we agreed upon? Are you backing out now, Mr.

James? Or was yesterday your first time?”

Elijah’s voice, clipped and defensive, came swiftly.

“Of course not.”

She wasn’t surprised.

Knowing the depth of his feelings for Sandra, it was hard to believe he hadn’t crossed that bridge before.

But now, none of it mattered—not anymore.

“Then there’s nothing left to talk about,” she said coolly.

“Let’s just get it over with.

You’re busy, after all.

No need to waste time.”

The tension hung heavy in the car as Elijah stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable.

Finally, he bit out, “The courthouse is closed.”

Elizabeth glanced at her phone.

“It’s only five.

They’re still open.”

“I don’t have the marriage certificate,” he countered, his tone colder than frost on a December morning.

She arched a brow.

“Do you even need the certificate to get a divorce?”

Elijah gave a short, humorless laugh.

“In a rush, are we?” His eyes flicked toward her phone.

“Look it up yourself.”

Elizabeth checked the time again, undeterred.

“Fine.

We’ve got time.

Let’s swing by the house to grab it—it’s just five minutes away.

Or better yet, call the housekeeper to bring it over…”

Before she could finish, Elijah’s phone buzzed.

He answered almost immediately, cutting off her words like an axe falling on a log.

A soft, syrupy voice drifted through the receiver.

“Elijah…”

Elizabeth stiffened, her eyes narrowing at the sound of Sandra’s unmistakable lilt.

Elijah ignored her glare, keeping his focus on the road.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No,” Sandra replied with a playful lilt.

“I found a restaurant with the most breathtaking view.

Come have dinner with me?”

Without hesitation, he answered, “I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up and turned to Elizabeth, his face a mask of indifference.

“I’ve got something to take care of.

You can grab a cab.

I don’t have time to chauffeur you.”

For a moment, Elizabeth just stared at him, the silence stretching unbearably thin.

Then, with a dry laugh, she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.

Slamming the door shut, she bent down and shot him a pointed remark through the window.

“Mr.

James, your appetite’s quite something.

Finished feasting at home and already heading out for seconds? Careful—you might bite off more than you can chew.”

Her words carried the sting of a whip, sharp and stinging.

Elijah’s face darkened, but he didn’t rise to the bait.

“That’s none of your business,” he said icily, stepping on the gas and leaving her standing in a cloud of dust.

As the car disappeared into the distance, Elizabeth realized with a pang of irritation that the health supplements Melany had gifted her were still in the back seat.

Grabbing her phone, she dialed Elijah.

“My supplements are in the car.”

His voice came back laced with sarcasm.

“You’re so eager to leave empty-handed, but now you’re clinging to those worthless things?”

“They’re none of your concern,” she snapped.

“Melany gave them to me.

Hand them over.”

“I don’t have time,” Elijah said shortly before hanging up.

Elizabeth let out an exasperated sigh, kicking at the gravel.

That man was insufferable!

A soft, amused voice came from behind her.

“Who dared upset such a beauty?”