My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage
Chapter 187

Elizabeth walked a while longer, her footsteps slowing almost imperceptibly before she instinctively glanced back.

Elijah’s car had already exited through another path, vanishing into the night without so much as a pause.

The corner of her lips curved slightly in a faint smile, but it was fleeting.

As quickly as it appeared, it dissolved, leaving her expression heavy, her gaze falling to the ground to mask the quiet ache pooling in her eyes.

She couldn’t deny it—the flicker of hope that had sparked deep within her, no matter how irrational.

But what was she expecting? How could she even entertain the thought that Elijah might turn back for her?

This was the reality she had been avoiding for years.

She had always been the one to bow her head, to offer apologies before tensions could brew into storms.

It had created an illusion of harmony, of stability.

Now, standing her ground, she realized how fragile that illusion had been.

The moonlight bathed the world in a silver glow, soft and dreamlike, but Elizabeth found no solace in it.

Forcing her thoughts away from the hollowness in her chest, she focused instead on the scenery.

Her gaze flitted from one shadowed tree to another, but her mind began weaving back into the familiar threads of her script.

The company’s story outline was riddled with logical inconsistencies.

Though she hadn’t used the name Katrina, and it was just a script for a commercial drama, she still strived for perfection.

She was determined to refine every detail.

Absorbed in her professional musings, Elizabeth completely forgot her intended route back to the inn.

When she finally looked up, an unfamiliar landscape surrounded her.

Realizing her disorientation in Foxfire County, she reached for her phone—only to find her pocket empty.