My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 68

Episode 68

As long as I’m alive, I won’t allow him to marry Sandra!” Her voice rose with each word, thick with indignation until Elizabeth interjected, her tone calm yet resolute.

“Melany, emotions can’t be forced.

I’m telling you all this because I respect you and don’t want to deceive you any longer.

Please don’t be angry.

It’s simply that Elijah and I… we were never meant to be.

” Elizabeth’s eyes dropped to the floor, her voice heavy with bitterness and resignation.

Observing Elizabeth’s demeanor, Melany understood that no persuasion would change her mind.

That foolish Elijah didn’t know how to appreciate Elizabeth.

Let him regret it later! Perhaps Elizabeth would find happiness after leaving him.

“Alright, dear.

If a divorce is what you want, I won’t stand in your way,” she said softly, her voice filled with love.

“But remember this—whether you’re part of this family or not, you’ll always have a home here.

Promise me you’ll visit Shawn and me often.

The Norris Mansion will always have a room waiting for you.”

After bidding farewell to Melany and Shawn, Elizabeth left the Norris Mansion and slid into Oliver’s car.

As they drove through the estate’s gates, Oliver glanced over and inquired, “Mrs.

Norris, where would you like me to take you?” “Just stop here,” Elizabeth responded, gathering the items Melany had given her, preparing to exit the vehicle.

Oliver appeared visibly concerned.

“Mrs.

Norris, this area isn’t easily accessible by taxi.

It would be inconvenient for you to find transportation.

Please allow me to drive you to your destination.

” Elizabeth’s tone was resolute.

“No need.

My agent will pick me up nearby.” After several moments of apparent hesitation, Oliver reluctantly opened the car door, his worry evident.

“Mrs.

Norris, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me.” Elizabeth ignored his offer and walked down a narrow path, her figure soon disappearing from view.

Oliver pulled out his phone to call Elijah but found the call wouldn’t connect.

Momentarily, he realized it might be the day Sandra was signing a contract with the production team.

With that thought, he steered the car towards her talent agency.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth hadn’t gotten far when her phone buzzed.

It was Ruby on the line, sounding apologetic.

“Elizabeth, my car’s conked out, and I’m stuck waiting for a tow truck.

No clue how long it’ll take.

You might have to grab a ride back on your own.” “Got it, no worries,” Elizabeth replied, her tone calm as she ended the call.

She turned around instinctively, only to find that Oliver’s car was already gone, its tail lights swallowed by the darkness.

The Norris Mansion sat nestled in Orkset’s most exclusive neighborhood, perched like a crown jewel atop a wooded hillside.

Surrounding it were sprawling estates, scattered like stars, and the road downhill stretched long and lonely.

Above her, the sky brooded, heavy with storm clouds.

Not a sliver of moonlight pierced the dense gray, and the wind hissed through the trees like a whispered warning.

The air carried a chill that crept under her coat, prompting her to tug it tighter and quicken her steps.

After nearly twenty minutes of trudging downhill, the glow of the main road’s lights flickered through the tree line.

Relief washed over her—it couldn’t be more than a kilometer away.

Fishing out her phone, she quickly booked a ride.

Just as the confirmation buzzed on her screen, the heavens opened with a dramatic crack of lightning.

Thunder rumbled in quick succession, and raindrops the size of marbles began pelting down.

Elizabeth raised the bag she carried over her head as a makeshift shield and broke into a run, her shoes splashing through muddy puddles.

By the time she reached the roadside, she was drenched to the bone, her hair plastered against her face, and her coat sagging with water.

The white Volkswagen she had booked pulled up ahead, its headlights cutting through the downpour.

But before she could step forward, another car—a gleaming silver Maybach—swept in front of it with smooth authority.

The door swung open, and out stepped Oliver, holding a large black umbrella that he quickly angled over her.

Without missing a beat, he gestured to the back seat.