My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 247

Albin watched the restaurant entrance until Elizabeth’s figure vanished into the night.

He turned to his friends, disbelief etched on his face.

“Quick! Tell me—am I seeing things? Was that woman just now Elizabeth, Elijah’s wife?”

Elijah and Sandra had just left, and Albin and his friends entered shortly after through the side door.

His friends nodded in affirmation.

“Yeah, that was Elizabeth,” one said.

“And the man with her? That was Alexander, the Crawford family playboy,” added another.

Albin’s expression darkened.

“Damn! Did you hear him? That jerk actually called Elizabeth his girlfriend! What does that make Elijah? If he’s after my buddy’s wife, he has me to deal with!” Albin slammed his fist onto the table, standing abruptly.

But as his gaze swept the restaurant, Alexander’s seat was already empty.

The waiters had cleared the table, leaving no trace of the man who had stirred his anger.

Alexander had totally vanished.

His friends quickly intervened, pulling him back into his chair.

“Albin, don’t do something rash,” one cautioned.

“Yeah, calm down.

If you make a scene, people might think she’s your girlfriend,” teased another, earning a sharp glare.

“More importantly,” another friend chimed in, “this isn’t something you can act on impulsively.

If you want to deal with Alexander, it has to be on Elijah’s orders.

Otherwise, it’ll only make things worse.”

“Right,” someone agreed.

“You should contact Elijah first.”

Albin paused in thought for a moment then nodded, his expression resolute.

“You’re right—I’ll call Elijah.”

He pulled out his phone and dialed Elijah’s number.

The first call rang twice before being cut off.

He tried again, but the second call ended the same way.

By the third attempt, Albin’s frustration was mounting.

Fourth…

Just as he was about to give up, Elijah finally answered.

Relieved but flustered, Albin rushed to speak.

“Elijah, how could you not answer at this time? Something’s wrong—”

“Get to the point.” Elijah’s impatient voice cut through.

Afraid Elijah would hang up, Albin blurted, “I saw Elizabeth having dinner with that idiot from the Crawford family.

He even called her his girlfriend!”

Albin barely finished speaking when he heard a soft, sweet voice in the background.

“Elijah, have you seen my lingerie?”

Albin froze, his mind racing.

Not answering his calls, a woman’s voice, the mention of lingerie, and the quiet environment—it all added up.

Elijah and Sandra had been together.

Memories of their past interactions came flooding back.

When they were dating, Sandra and Elijah had seemed almost platonic—closer to siblings than lovers.

Albin had never seen Elijah display any physical affection toward her.

It didn’t seem like love.

What man can control his physical desire for his lover?

But now… lingerie? The implications were impossible to ignore.

He was at a loss for words.

“Elijah,” Albin stammered, “I—I have something to do here.

I have to go.” Waiting for a reply, he ended the call.

Had he misjudged everything? Did Elijah not care for Elizabeth at all?

Meanwhile, in the car, Elijah sifted through a pile of shopping bags and retrieved one containing lingerie.

He handed it to Sandra.

“Thank you, Elijah,” she said sweetly.

“This lingerie is custom-made and can’t be squished.”

A fleeting glint crossed her eyes as she hugged the bag close.

She had deliberately let Albin misunderstand, knowing his imagination would only serve her plans.

Elijah didn’t spare her any thoughts as his mind swirled with what Albin had just told him.

He thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone and dialed Elizabeth’s number.

When she answered, his voice was cold.

“Why did you meet Alexander alone?”

Elizabeth’s response came sharp and unyielding.

“Mr.

Norris, it’s unfair how you have one rule for yourself and another for me! You left me stranded to have a romantic night with Sandra.

Did you expect me to sit by the roadside, waiting? I can be with whoever I want.

We’re getting a divorce.

It’s none of your business if I am with another man.”

Her words stung, yet her tone was calm, as if she were speaking about someone else’s affairs.

Before Elijah could respond, Sandra interrupted, holding up a small bag.

“Elijah, do you like eating fish maw?”

Elijah glanced at it and replied casually, “No.

My grandma made it.”

“Coconut milk stewed!” Sandra exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she opened the bag.

“I love this! But the servant never makes it right.

Can I have it?”

She looked at him expectantly.

Elijah hesitated but then nodded.

“Sure.”

The gentle exchange he was having with Sandra pierced through Elizabeth like a knife.

Without another word, she hung up the phone.

Standing by the roadside, she tightened her coat against the biting night wind.

The chill seeped through, cutting as sharply as the realization that Elijah’s tenderness was never meant for her.

As the wind carried the grit of the city, her vision blurred.