My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage

Sandra’s tightly wound nerves finally gave way, and tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable and unrelenting.

She wasn’t sure if it was fear, relief, or heartbreak, but the dam inside her had burst, and no matter how much she tried to hold it in, the tears kept coming.

Daxton Garcia sat down beside her, his hand hovering for a moment before he gently rested it on her shoulder.

His voice was soft, comforting.

“It’s okay now.

I’m here.”

Those simple words broke her even more, and her sobs turned louder, rawer.

Hugging her knees tightly to her chest, Sandra buried her face and cried, her body trembling with the weight of emotions she had held back for far too long.

She had always been lucky—someone had always come to save her when she needed it most.

But it had never been Elijah.

No matter how much she told herself not to expect anything from him, in moments of danger, his face was the one she instinctively thought of.

And every time, she was left disappointed.

Eventually, the faint spark of hope she harbored deep in her heart dimmed, then died entirely, leaving only darkness in its wake.

As Sandra cried, Daxton sat silently by her side, his presence steady and unyielding, like an anchor in a storm.

After what felt like an eternity, her sobs quieted.

Embarrassed, she wiped her face and looked up at him.

“I’m sorry for making such a scene.”

Daxton handed her a tissue, his smile kind and unassuming.

“It’s nothing.”

Daxton had been a junior in college when she was a freshman.

One day, he caught a girl stealing something.

Sandra had been passing by and saw the scene, and she mistook him for a pervert harassing a girl.

Without hesitation, she hurled the stack of heavy hardcover books she was carrying straight at him.

The books hit their mark, leaving him with a bleeding nose.

Despite the misunderstanding, he patiently explained the situation to her instead of getting angry.

That bizarre encounter was the start of an unexpected friendship.

Over time, they discovered a shared love for books and an uncanny ability to challenge each other intellectually.

However, not long after they became friends, Daxton graduated early and earned a scholarship to study in Janfort.

Life happened.

Sandra, pressured by her family and weighed down by her own troubles, lost touch with him over the years.

Now, Daxton didn’t ask her what had happened to bring her to this point.

Instead, he simply said, “What a coincidence.

A friend invited me on a yacht trip, but the weather turned bad, so we had to dock here at Orkset’s port.”

Sandra knew that trips like those often involved gambling in international waters, a playground for the rich and powerful.

She’d never known Daxton to be particularly wealthy.

As far as she had been aware, he came from modest means and had relied on scholarships for his education.

After a while, she regained her calm.

Her stomach growled, breaking the silence.

She flushed, mortified.

Daxton stood up, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s already past mealtime, but I can whip up a plate of spaghetti for you.”

“Thank you,” Sandra murmured.

He chuckled softly.

“I told you there’s no need to be polite with me.” He paused at the door, glancing back.

“By the way, a female staff member changed your clothes earlier.”

Daxton was still as kind and generous as she remembered him to be.

Sandra nodded, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

As he left, she walked over to the window.

Outside, the storm raged on, the wind and waves battering the sea.

Yet, the luxury yacht held steady, the only sign of the turbulence outside being the swaying chandelier above her.

It truly was a luxury yacht.

Her relief at surviving was short-lived.

She knew that once they docked, her troubles would only multiply.

Alone, she had no chance of standing against the powerful Crawford family.

But surrendering to their demands would only embolden Nate further.

The trending news incident nagged at her mind.

It felt too calculated, too deliberate to be mere tabloid gossip.

She had a strong feeling it was all set up.

As her thoughts spiraled, Daxton pushed the door.

He carried a plate of spaghetti freshly made.

Sandra’s mind flashed back to a time Elijah had made her a plate of spaghetti.

“Try it,” Daxton said, offering her a piece with a hopeful expression.

She snapped back to reality, quickly pushing the memory away and took a bite.

“It’s delicious,” she said, meaning it.

She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until now, and before she knew it, the spaghetti was gone.

Warmth spread through her, and she felt more awake and refreshed.

“Are you full?” Daxton asked, watching her closely.

Sandra hesitated, her hunger not entirely gone, but she didn’t want to trouble him further.

“Yes, I’m full,” she lied, forcing a smile.

Seeing that he didn’t believe her, she repeated, more firmly, “Really, I’m full!”

Daxton’s skeptical look lingered for a moment, but he let it go, taking the empty plate and setting it aside.

“Do you remember the coffee shop behind our school?”

Grateful for the lighter topic, Sandra smiled.

They fell into reminiscing about their college days.

Before long, the warmth of his presence and her exhaustion lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

Daxton pulled a blanket over her gently, his gaze lingering on her serene face.

Leaning in, he pressed a feather-light kiss to her forehead and whispered softly, “Sandra, I’m back.”