My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Episode 107

Since discovering Elizabeth’s true identity, Asher had undergone a transformation—from icy skepticism to something resembling an ardent fan.

Soren turned to Elizabeth, his gaze inquisitive.

The weekend arrived, casting its spotlight on the Peninsula Hotel.

The moment Elizabeth and Soren entered, they commanded the hall’s collective attention.

Soren stood resplendent in a white suit adorned with diamond-studded shoulder patches, resembling a fairy tale prince draped in ethereal starlight.

His silver hair caught the ambient illumination, creating an almost magnetic presence.

Beside him, Elizabeth wore a magenta silk slip gown—a bold choice that lesser women might have struggled to carry.

Yet on her, the vibrant hue transformed into a living canvas of elegance, like a rare exotic bloom against a pristine backdrop.

Her natural beauty was breathtaking.

Her eyes, luminous and deep, seemed to outshine even the crystal chandelier’s brilliant radiance.

Whispers rippled through the crowd: “Which prestigious family does she belong to? Such extraordinary beauty!”

Sensing Elizabeth’s momentary disorientation, Soren leaned closer.

“Relax,” he murmured reassuringly.

“Mm-hmm,” Elizabeth nodded, returning to the present.

Her mind drifted to the invitation card, its design tugging at the edges of her memory—familiar, yet maddeningly elusive.