My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 93

Episode 93

Clearly, it’s my body’s natural defense mechanism.”

This revelation aligned perfectly with Elijah’s earlier suspicions.

However, even with Sandra’s admission, he felt an innate resistance to believe her.

“Who knows what kind of game you’re playing this time?” he remarked.

Sandra found herself momentarily speechless.

“Why bother speculating? Just sign the divorce papers, and let’s end this once and for all,” she countered.

Elijah fastened the last button on his shirt, shooting her a skeptical glance.

“Do you think divorce is as casual as calling off a fling? Something you can decide on a whim and reverse if you feel like it? Or do you fancy yourself the ruler of the courthouse?”

Sandra’s laugh carried a note of irritation.

“How did I overlook the size of your ego all this time? What part of anything I’ve said even hints at wanting to reconcile? If you’re so worried, we can include a clause in the divorce agreement barring us from ever remarrying each other.”

“This is pointless.

I have better things to do than argue with you,” Elijah said curtly, striding out the door.

Left alone, Sandra remained seated on the bed, her mind piecing together fragments of the previous night.

She had been sick all over Elijah.

Knowing how self-absorbed he usually was, why hadn’t he left her to deal with the mess on her own?

Yet somehow, they had ended up back in the same bed.

Could it be that he had stayed to care for her after all?

Before she could dwell further, the door opened again.

This time, it was Willow, the domineering housekeeper Elijah had recently hired.

She entered with an air of entitlement, muttering under her breath about the endless work.

Upon seeing Sandra awake, Willow wasted no time voicing her complaints.

“I cleaned you up and tucked you into the guest room last night.

How on earth did you end up back here in the master bedroom?”

Sandra, who had no recollection of the night’s events after vomiting and passing out, stood up defiantly.

“This is my bedroom.

Why wouldn’t I come back to it?”

Willow smirked disdainfully.

“Well, it’s because Mr.

James specifically instructed me otherwise.

He brought you home, handed you off to me, and insisted I clean you up and keep you in the guest room, saying he didn’t want his space dirtied.

I left once you were asleep.

I didn’t expect you’d sneak back in.

Honestly, keeping up with you is exhausting.”

Sandra froze, a sharp realization cutting through her like a blade.