My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 275

Elizabeth would concoct the most outlandish excuses to defend Sandra.

Carrie simply replied, Understood, and made her way toward the dining room.

She had no desire to waste energy sparring over such futile arguments.

The logic was crystal clear to everyone.

Elijah wasnt some naive dreamer; his achievements spoke volumes about his intellect.

Yet when it came to Sandra, his stubbornness defied all reason.

Given this, Elizabeth could only bide her time, quietly gathering irrefutable proof of Sandras deceit.

The day she presented it to Elijah, she intended to shatter his illusions beyond repair.

Not that she expected him to leap to her defense once the truth was laid bare.

But every scrap of evidence she collected added weight to her position, strengthening her ability to keep his first love in check.

Willow walked into the dining room, placing the dishes carefully on the table.

Skirting past Elizabeth, she headed toward Elijah, wiping her hands on a towel as she approached.

Mr.

Norris, its Memorial Day this weekend.

My hometowns quite a trek, and I was hoping to take a few extra days off.

Elizabeths fork hovered mid-air.

Her mothers memory flickered in her mind.

She had been so consumed by work that shed neglected visiting her mothers grave.

Without Willows mention, Memorial Day might have slipped her mind entirely.

Elijah glanced at Elizabeth.

Youre her caretaker.

Consult her about such matters.

With a calm demeanor, Elizabeth spoke softly.

Take a week off.

Message me if you need to extend your leave.

Thank you, Mr.

and Mrs.

Norris, Willow said quickly.

Elizabeths gaze met Elijahs.

Im going to my hometown for Memorial Day to visit my mother.

I wont be returning with you.

After Dannas passing, Oliver had been preoccupied with his new wife, leaving funeral arrangements to Gracie, who had taken Dannas ashes back to their hometown.

I have a project there.

I will accompany… Elijah began, interrupted by his ringing phone.

He looked at Elizabeth, hesitation etched across his face.

Elizabeth recognized Sandras call instantly.

She turned away and continued eating, savoring the fresh, crisp food with minimal seasoningWillows light cooking catered precisely to Elijahs preferences.

Elijah hesitated before answering the call.

Sandras voice spilled through the receiver, sweet and tinged with expectation.

Elijah, I have no work on Memorial Day.

How about a trip to Ofrubert? His response was measured, almost detached.

Sandra, the development in Foxfire County has spurred interest from neighboring areas.

I need to evaluate their potential for renovations.

Ill send you a cardbuy whatever catches your eye.

Ill arrange for someone to accompany you.

Elizabeth stabbed at a shrimp with unnecessary force, biting into it as though it were Elijah himself.

As Willow passed by, she muttered just loud enough to be heard, Mr.

Norris is always so generous with Ms.

Sandra.

She must be swimming in money by now.

Elizabeth caught the subtle barb in Willows tone, wondering if it was aimed at her.

Not that it mattered.

Money wasnt an issue; Elijah had always been lavish with her too.

What stung was the disparity in how he treated her and Sandra.

For Sandra, he offered detailed explanations and reassurances; for Elizabeth, only blank checks and cold indifference.

After two years of marriage, she remained in the dark about his business and movements.

Elijah, you dont care about me anymore, Sandras voice whined from the phone.

You skipped my last check-up, and now youre refusing to go to Ofrubert.

What if I need heart transplant surgery again? Would you ignore me from then on? His tone turned sharp, almost scolding.

Dont say things like that! Youre not going to need another transplant.

Realizing her mistake, Sandras voice softened into a sugary pout.

Elijah, thats not what I meant.

Elizabeth froze mid-chew, Sandras words hitting her like a gust of icy wind.

So, Sandra had undergone a heart transplant.

A vague memory stirredElijah once mentioned Sandras good heart.

Could he have been referring to the literal organ? And if so, what was the connection? The pieces of the puzzle danced tantalizingly close, yet one crucial fragment remained missing.

Elijahs voice dropped, his earlier harshness replaced with placating warmth.

Dont overthink it.

Transplants arent something you go through lightly.

Its not going to happen again.

By the way, you liked that pink Porsche, didnt you? Ill have Oliver deliver it to you.

After a few more exchanges, Sandra relented and hung up.

Elijah slipped his phone into his pocket and turned back to Elizabeth.

Ill come with you to visit the grave.

She blinked, his words pulling her back to the present.

No need, she replied curtly.

I want to talk to my mom alone.

Ill drive you, he said, his tone brooking no argument.

Fine, Elizabeth muttered, her thoughts still swirling around Sandras heart.

Could Elijahs relentless devotion to Sandra be tied to something deeper? She cast a sideways glance at him, her lips parting as if to voice her thoughts.

But in the end, she lowered her head and continued eating in silence.

What was the point of knowing? Would it soften the edges of her anger or simply become another excuse to forgive him?