My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Her reverie was interrupted by a knock.

Before she had a chance to respond, the door creaked open.  An unfamiliar middle-aged woman entered, bearing a tray.  “Who are you?” Elizabeth asked, her voice tinged with confusion and curiosity.

The woman entered the room with a tray, her movements deliberate, her eyes radiating contempt.

“Mr.

Norris instructed me to attend to you,” she announced, her tone dripping with disrespect.

Elizabeth was stunned by the servant’s audacious behavior towards the lady of the house.

Elijah’s disdain for her seemed so profound that even a new employee felt emboldened to treat her with such blatant disregard.

It felt less like care and more like an assignment to manage an inconvenience.

While Sandra was known for dramatizing her illnesses to garner attention—and Elijah would typically go to extraordinary lengths for her—he had coldly delegated his own wife’s care to a servant during her fever.

“You can leave now.

I need to freshen up,” Elizabeth said casually, throwing off the covers.

The servant remained motionless.

“Mr.

Norris instructed you to take the medicine after breakfast.”

Elizabeth’s voice turned frigid.

“Kristopher asked you to care for me, not to issue orders.”

The servant’s expression shifted.

“What do you mean?”

Without hesitation, Elizabeth asserted, “I’m still his wife.

I would appreciate a modicum of respect.”

Seeing the servant’s continued silence, she added firmly, “That’s enough.

You may go now.

I won’t repeat myself.”

The maid glared but did not dare challenge her, eventually turning and departing.

Once alone, Elizabeth exhaled and went about freshening up.

After slipping into clean clothes and grabbing her bag and phone, she headed for the door.

She peeked into the living room—empty.

Without wasting a moment, she booked a ride and slipped out of the house like a thief escaping captivity.

The crisp air greeted her, but her momentary relief was interrupted by the incessant ringing of her phone.

Her steps faltered as she slid into the waiting cab.

Sitting in the backseat, she dug the phone out of her bag, her brow furrowing when she saw the caller ID.

Oliver.