My Ruthless Ex Demands by Eva Blackwood Episode 329

Sandra’s eyes brimmed with tears, cascading down her cheeks as she continued, “Elijah, all Carrie lost was a shot at a variety show. With you by her side, doors will keep opening for her. But for me, this might be the final curtain call of my life…”
In the past, if Elijah had seen her cry, he would have surrendered instantly, without a shred of resistance.
But now, hesitation rippled across his face, his uncertainty plain as he held his tongue. Sandra ventured carefully, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “Perhaps… you could keep her identity as Mrs. Norris under wraps, just to preserve my dignity? As long as no one knows she’s Mrs. Norris, I won’t become the butt of the joke.”
Elijah’s response was evasive, his tone vaguely warm. “Sandra, you could never be a joke to me. You’re the most important person in my world.”
Once, hearing those words would have made her feel like the sun itself revolved around her.
But now, the same words sounded hollow, as if their meaning had shifted with the tide.
To Sandra, they felt less like devotion and more like a brittle excuse.
Her gaze flicked past Elijah, settling on the restaurant’s entrance, where Carrie strolled in with Oliver.
A moment of silence fell as Sandra seemed to weigh her thoughts, then spoke with quiet resolve. “If you help me this time, I’ll finish everything by year’s end, retreat to Izrosa, and never return. I’ll follow the treatment, take care of my heart, and stay away from it all.”
Elijah’s fingers stilled mid-motion, his expression hardening as if he had reached a decision. “Fine. I’ll make sure Carrie steps away from this variety show.”
Just then, the private room’s door creaked open, and Carrie appeared in the doorway. Her cold, unwavering eyes met Elijah’s. “Since when do you get to dictate my career choices?”
Elijah turned.
“Carrie, what are you doing here?”
His eyes darted to Oliver, carrying a glint of reprimand.
Oliver pressed his lips into a thin line, beads of sweat forming on his brow. How could he have predicted Sandra’s sudden appearance here?
Carrie’s smile was frosty, her words sharp. “This is funny, Oliver claimed you came here to pick me up, yet now you’re questioning why I’m here. So, tell me, which one of you is spinning the tale?”
Tension cloaked the room as Elijah and Carrie locked eyes, neither yielding an inch.
Standing awkwardly between them, Oliver felt as though he was balancing on a tightrope, the heat of their silent battle making his collar unbearably tight. For all his usual poise around Elijah, this standoff had him paralyzed.
Camille, typically Carrie’s fiercest defender, lingered silently at the edge of the room, her conflicted gaze flickering between them.
Since becoming a couple with Albin, Camille had adopted a calmer outlook, her once-impulsive tendencies softened by her relationship.
She knew that stepping forward now to defend Carrie would only inflame tensions between Carrie and Elijah, handing Sandra—an opportunist if ever there was one—a perfect opening.
Breaking the silence, Sandra’s voice was a picture of feigned innocence. “Ms. Campbell, please don’t blame Elijah. He wasn’t trying to keep anything from you. I just happened to be passing by for a meal and bumped into him by chance. If you doubt me, I can show you my schedule—I just wrapped up an ad shoot.”
As she spoke, she retrieved her phone and stepped toward Carrie, her demeanor full of false sincerity.
Carrie, however, remained unfazed, her smile cordial but distant. “Ms. Nash, whatever disagreement my husband and I have is private. Even my closest friend hasn’t intervened, so there’s no need for an outsider to overstep. Respecting boundaries is crucial, wouldn’t you agree?”
Sandra froze, her hand lowering as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. After a moment’s pause, she slipped her phone back into her purse, her voice small and regretful. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”