Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1637

“Zoey, I beg you. Come to see me.”

Belinda's supplicated voice cracking while Zoey could faintly hear Murray's comforting murmurs in the background.

Zoey gripped her phone, and then ended the call directly. She had made the mistake of giving in once; she wouldn't let history repeat itself.

On the other end, Belinda's anxiety spiked at the sound of the disconnected line, and Murray continued to rub her back in a soothing rhythm.

"Don't worry. Zoey's got a soft heart. Let me talk to her; maybe she'll come around."

Belinda clasped his hand, gratitude etched on her face, "Thank you. I'm counting on you."

"And your husband's still at home?"

Belinda looked a bit embarrassed at the mention of that man, "Yes, he is. Murray, I have to go; I need to check on him."

Murray wasn't genuinely interested in the family drama; his intentions were far simpler: he wanted to sleep with Zoey. The more time he spent with Evelyn, the clearer it became how much Zoey outshone her. He was determined to have Zoey to himself.

The moment Belinda returned home, her heart sank at the sight of empty liquor bottles strewn across the room; her heart tightened. Her husband had penchant for alcohol and affairs. In his youth, with a bit of cunning, he had managed to amass some wealth through dubious means. Now with old age, though technology had outpaced him, his love for extramarital companionship had not dwindled. With any cash in his pocket, he'd play the big shot in town.

Seeing Belinda, his exasperation boiled over, "Didn't I tell you to get Zoey to come out? You know how humiliated I was at that last party? I won't be at peace until I have my way with that wench."

Belinda shrank before him, "I tried, but she wouldn't come. What can I do?"

"Can't you push her? Isn't she attached to you, her mother? I'm telling you, if I don't see Zoey tomorrow, I'm filing for divorce. I've had enough of this life."

Divorce?! The word struck Belinda like a physical blow, fueling her resentment towards Zoey. If not for the burden of her daughter, she wouldn't be in this humiliating position, unable to keep her own husband in check.

She clenched her teeth as her husband continued to scheme, "What about Fitch's sister? If you can't bring Zoey, bring her to me. I despise these highborn ladies, acting all superior."