My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Episode 99

Sandra’s words came out softly, laced with uncertainty.

“Elijah, is it true? Are you thinking of divorcing her?”

“Divorce? I’m not planning anything of the sort,” Elijah stated casually, pulling a sleek black card from his bag and handing it to the sales associate to deflect.

“Please package the dress she’s modeling and those handbags she admired.”

The transaction was steep, exceeding a million dollars.

The sales associate, initially caught off guard, quickly recovered and dashed to process the payment.

“Right away, sir.”

Upon Elijah and Sandra’s arrival, the sales associate had been sternly instructed by her manager to maintain utmost discretion regarding their high-profile clients, avoiding any chance of gossip.

At first, the associate had seemed indifferent, having no personal stake or spicy tales to spread.

However, the prospect of a hefty sale sparked her enthusiasm.

She approached with a glowing smile, showering compliments.

“Ms.

Sandra, that dress is breathtaking on you.

Could we snap a picture together later?”

“Of course,” Sandra responded, her smile warm yet lacking genuine joy as her hand involuntarily tightened into a fist.

Meanwhile, just outside, Camille, having just exited the boutique, caught sight of the interaction and turned, ready to storm back in, when Elizabeth seized her hand.

“Why are you stopping me?” Camille snapped, her eyes blazing.

“I need to deal with that damn woman! She’s putting on quite the show now.

I should expose her deceit.”

Elizabeth restrained her, steering her clear of the storefront.

“We’ve already dealt with her after those earlier remarks.

Dragging this out won’t help.

She’s just acting like a victim to win Elijah over.

Let’s not play into her hands.”

Persuaded, Camille ceased her resistance and intertwined her arm with Elizabeth’s, venting with a scowl, “What kind of enchantment has that woman cast on Elijah? How could he fall for such a basic, two-faced woman? Is he blind? The perfect wife is literally right before his eyes! Or perhaps he’s like one of those oblivious rich guys from romance novels, grown weary of exquisite dinners and suddenly craving a taste of street food.

And that outfit she’s wearing? It’s like a cheap knockoff from an online bazaar.”