My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 289

Elijah regretted his words the instant they escaped his lips.

It was as if he had opened a Pandoras box of awkwardness, and there was no closing it now.

For someone who had always scorned jealousy-driven theatrics from women, he was baffled to realize that, deep down, he almost wanted Elizabeth to react with a flash of possessiveness.

Elizabeth found his audacity laughable.

Oh, thats rich.

When you and Sandra paraded around in public like some royal procession, humiliating me every step of the way, you told me to be mature and understanding.

Now, with Scarlettwhos nothing more than a delusional fangirlI let it slide, and you think its because I dont care about you? Are you hearing yourself right now? She had reached her limit.

The days of biting her tongue were behind her.

From now on, she vowed to speak her mind.

Elijah tugged at his collar, irritation bubbling to the surface.

Why do you always bring up Sandra? It wasnt just her biting words that got under his skin; it was the reflection they forced him to confront.

Control had always been his forte.

Yet, their marriage was drifting further from reason with each passing day.

Even he didnt recognize himself anymore.

Elizabeth caught his gaze and smirked.

Of course, the moment Sandras name entered the conversation, he leapt to her defense.

Typical.

As her thoughts drifted back to the night before, Elizabeth couldnt help but marvel at the paradox that was Elijah.

How could someones emotions and actions be so fundamentally at odds? She had always believed intimacy should be an extension of lovea flame ignited by mutual respect and genuine connection.

Without that, it was nothing more than raw instinct.

And yet, despite everything, the feelings she harbored for him lingered.

But at least she hadnt let her heartor her bodycloud her judgment.

Elijah waited for her to lash out with one of her trademark comebacks, but it never came.

When he finally glanced at her, he found her watching him with an icy, piercing stare.

Their eyes locked for a moment.

Then, just as swiftly, she looked away.

Its all sorted now.

Ive got other things to handle.

She turned to Oliver, issued a brief instruction, and walked off without sparing Elijah another glance.

Frustration surged within Elijah, and with a sharp kick, he sent a stool careening across the room.

Oliver watched the scene unfold, his gaze flicking between Elizabeths retreating figure and Elijahs storm-cloud expression.

He sighed inwardly.

If Mr.

Norris kept playing this game, it wouldnt be long before he lost her for good.

In a villa district in Esterhall.

Daxton sat on a sofa, his usual warmth replaced by a chilling intensity.

His fingers drummed an almost hypnotic rhythm on the armrest.

Esterhall has a population of a few hundred thousand, he said.

And yet, after all these years, you still havent found him? A middle-aged man with a bulging belly stood nearby, his forehead glistening with nervous sweat.

He dabbed at his brow with a trembling hand, stammering, M-Mr.

Garcia, weve searched every piano teacher, every music shop owner, every bar pianistanyone remotely connected to pianos.

But none of them match the description… Daxtons sharp gaze sliced through the mans excuses.

In a single, fluid motion, he grabbed a porcelain cup and hurled it at the mans head.

Fool! Who said hed be making a living from playing the piano? Youve been using that pitiful excuse for logic all these years! Is that why youve failed me over and over again? The man flinched but didnt move, taking the blow squarely.

The cup shattered against his temple, sending shards scattering to the floor.

Blood and coffee dripped down his face as he muttered something unintelligible, but his fear kept him from speaking clearly.

Daxton leaned back, his hands steepled under his chin as he contemplated his next move.

Check every household that owns a piano! Dig into families whove purchased second-hand onesfind out exactly where they came from.

The mans face brightened with sudden inspiration.

Brilliant as always, Mr.

Garcia! After a moments hesitation, he added tentatively, The hotel recently diverted hot spring water from the mountains.

Perhaps youd like to stay and relax for a couple of days? Daxton hesitated, a melodious female voice ringing in his memory.

Against his better judgment, he found himself agreeing.

Hmm.

The man smiled, Ill have your private room prepared immediately! Daxtons eyes flicked to the blood still trickling down the mans face, and his expression twisted with disgust.

Clean yourself up.

Youre an eyesore! The man acted as though hed been absolved of all sins, bowing profusely as he retreated.

Left alone, Daxton pulled out his phone.

He opened WhatsApp, his eyes hovering over the chat box for a long time.

Then, he exited the app without typing a single word.