My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 273

On the second floor, the guest room had been transformed into a meticulously designed study.

A spacious desk was strategically positioned in front of floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the surrounding landscape.

Beside the desk, a plush lounge chair and a compact coffee table nestled next to the bookshelfcarefully arranged to accommodate her creative process.

The setup allowed her to effortlessly capture fleeting moments of inspiration while immersed in reading.

Her previous anger had gradually dissolved, leaving behind a profound sense of melancholy.

Returning to the desk, she settled into her chair, facing a monitor as expansive as a television screen, providing an extraordinarily comfortable viewing experience.

The moment she logged into WhatsApp on her computer, Daxtons profile picture began to pulse with a gentle rhythm.

The image was a self-captured photographa delicate teacup set against a backdrop of misty mountains and lush forests.

The composition embodied the essence of a reclusive poet, perfectly aligning with Daxtons reputation as a gentle and refined individual.

Daxtons message cut directly to the point.

I visited a friends company today and learned that your best friend is investigating the trending topic for you.

My friend mentioned your suspicion about Sandras involvement.

While Im aware of the conflicts between you two, since your drama hasnt aired, she doesnt currently pose a significant threat.

Elizabeth recognized the best friend as Camille.

Her initial encounter with Daxton had occurred at the pier, where proper introductions were never made.

She responded candidly, I married two years ago.

My husband is Elijah Norris.

Sandra is Elijahs ex-partner, and numerous online rumors circulate about them, though tabloid photographers carefully avoid explicitly revealing Elijahs identity.

Unsure of Daxtons prior knowledge about her marriage, she decided to provide a clear, upfront explanation.

Daxton didnt dwell on the revelation.

His response was swift and to the point: Ill help you look into it.

Elizabeth stared at the words on the screen, and for a fleeting moment, she caught a faint echo of Elijahs commanding tone in Daxtons decisive message.

Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought.

Daxton was the picture of gentleness, nothing like Elijahs stormy intensity.

Her imagination must be running wilda professional hazard of being a screenwriter.

Politely, she typed back: Thank you, Daxton, but I dont want to burden you.

Youve just returned to the city, and Im sure youre busy.

I can manage this on my own.

But Daxton was persistent: Were friends, arent we? Its no trouble at all.

Besides, I know people in the entertainment world who could help.

He had left her no graceful way to refuse without seeming aloof.

With a sigh, Elizabeth sent a bunny emoji, its paws folded in gratitude.

At that moment, another message popped upthis one from Camille: Guess who I bumped into today? Elizabeth wasnt in the mood for guessing games and cut straight to the chase: Daxton.

Camilles reaction was almost audible through the screen: Wait, what? Howd you know? He told me.

Said hed help investigate, Elizabeth replied.

Camilles reply came in a flurry of rapid-fire messages, her excitement palpable.

Dont you think hes way too invested in your life? Especially that moment at the pier when he and Elijah locked eyesit was straight out of a rivalry scene! Look, after you divorce Elijah, you should really give Daxton a chance.

Hes as good-looking as Elijah, but hes kind and respectful.

Elijahs too domineering.

Gentlemen are the way to go! And remember, you once said Daxton wasnt into women? Maybe its because hes been into you this whole time! What if hes back now because hes ready to confess? Fate works in mysterious ways.

Youve always played second fiddle to Sandra, but to him, youre center stage.

Elizabeth stared at the cascade of messages, utterly speechless.

Finally, she sighed and typed: You know, I should hand you the keyboard and let you write scripts.

Stop spinning wild tales.

I told him Im married.

Camille was undeterred: So what? Marriage isnt a life sentence.

Cant you get divorced? Youre practically on the brink anyway.

Its perfect timing! Elizabeth pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to ward off the budding headache.

To change the subject, she asked: Want to come over for dinner? After a pause, Camille replied: Cant.

Im with Albin.

Hes booked a table at this insanely exclusive restaurant.

No way Im missing this! The mention of Albin made Elizabeths mind drift to the pier incident when Albin had seemed glued to Camilles side.

What she had dismissed as coincidence now seemed like something more.

When did you and Albin get so… close? Elizabeth asked, her curiosity piqued.

Camilles reply came quickly, as if in defense: I swear, its not what you think! I didnt betray you! I met him by chance, and I had no idea he was Elijahs friend at the time! She went on to explain how their paths had crossed.

As the conversation meandered, it inevitably returned to Elizabeths tangled relationship with Elijah.

Honestly, Camille typed, I feel like Elijahs been acting differently.

Now that youre back at Bayview Villa and seeing each other daily, tell me the truthdo you really still want a divorce?