My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Oliver turned pale, breaking into a cold sweat.

He stammered, “Ms.

Elizabeth, you’ve misunderstood! Mr.

James would never invite Ms.

Sandra to the banquet.

This must be pure coincidence!”

The director quickly interjected.

“Indeed, a coincidence.

Ms.

Sandra is attending an awards gala tonight.

This gown was never meant for her.”

Elijah was a frequent client, often spending lavishly at the boutique.

He occasionally brought friends along, which sometimes led to awkward encounters like this one.

Noticing the tension, the director acted decisively.

“Ms.

Elizabeth, this was our mistake.

I’ll resolve it right away.”

Turning to Sandra, he spoke with professional composure.

“Ms.

Sandra, this gown has already been reserved.

Also, we’ve heard that many attendees at tonight’s gala will be wearing white.

To ensure you stand out, may I recommend a stunning red dress we just received? It’s from the same designer and equally exquisite.”

The stylist promptly brought out the red gown, its bold hue and intricate detailing captivating everyone’s attention.

Sandra inspected it briefly before shifting her gaze to Elizabeth.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked the director, “Is she the one who reserved the gown?”

“At least the title of Mrs.

James was never yours before, isn’t yours now, and if I don’t let go, it won’t be yours in the future either,” Elizabeth said, turning back to face Sandra with a faint smile playing on her lips.

The soft glow of the chandelier above cast a radiant sheen in her eyes, making her appear both stunning and composed.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but her words landed with undeniable force, clearly audible to everyone in the room.

Moments earlier, she had silently allowed Sandra to take the dress, letting everyone believe she was an easy target.

But now, her words carried a certainty that sliced through the tension like a blade.

They were grounded in confidence—a quiet but unshakable moral superiority that stood in stark contrast to Sandra’s hollow remarks.

Some of the younger women in the room exchanged glances, a few on the verge of applauding, though they hesitated due to Sandra’s imposing presence.

Oliver, who had witnessed Elizabeth confront Elijah on numerous occasions, remained relatively composed.

Yet even he couldn’t help but marvel at how effortlessly Elizabeth had regained control of the situation.

Sandra’s confident smile wavered, her grip tightening on the dress.

She was momentarily thrown off by Elizabeth’s sharp retort—a reaction she wasn’t accustomed to.

Elizabeth continued with slow precision, “If you still wish to compete for this title in the future, I suggest you stay far away from my life…”

Her gaze briefly flickered over Sandra’s dress as her voice dropped slightly, the words no less cutting.

“And as for that dress, I could’ve bought it myself without relying on Elijah.

Spending millions on petty rivalries isn’t worth it—for you or for him.”

With that, she turned away and walked toward Oliver.

“Let’s go to the James Mansion.

I’ve had enough of this place.”

Oliver quickly gathered himself, suppressing the grin threatening to form at the corners of his mouth.

“Understood, Mrs.

James,” he said, matching her brisk pace.

As they left, Oliver cast a brief glance back at Sandra, who remained frozen in place, still clutching the dress.

Her face was pale, twisted with frustration, her eyes burning with fury as she watched Elizabeth leave.

As they exited, Oliver sent a quick text to Elijah: “Mrs.

James is ready.

We’re heading to the mansion.”

Meanwhile, Elijah, en route to pick up Elizabeth, frowned as he read the message.

He immediately instructed his driver, “Go straight to the mansion.”