The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 361

Lucille didn't say another word. She just held me in silence, stroking my back over and over again.

Perhaps I should have blamed her. I was right at the finish line of my divorce, on the verge of peacefully ending this relationship, yet she had caused another scene—and for the same old cliché: money.

But when I saw a single white hair peeking out from her temples through my tear-blurred vision, all that blame and resentment dissolved.

She didn't have it easy. She didn't know the truth behind my relationship with Ferris, and her outburst today wasn't entirely for the Hayes family. It was for me, too.

Five minutes later, I wiped my tears just as the ride-share driver pulled up.

Lucille pulled me into the car and pulled a tissue from her purse to wipe my face before asking in a low voice, "Selena, tell me the truth. Did you already know Ferris was seeing someone else? I noticed you acting strangely before, and when I saw that hickey on his neck this morning, you didn't look surprised at all!"

Of course I knew.

But I couldn't say it. I just remained silently still.

Lucille took a deep breath, seemingly suppressing a surge of anger, and whispered, "Do you know who the homewrecker is?"

Alarm bells rang in my head. A woman's intuition for infidelity rivaled Sherlock Holmes, and Lucille's was even sharper! She must have picked up on something.

But I couldn't let her keep guessing. I was terrified she would cause another scene, making the situation even harder to resolve.

I frowned, crumpling the tissue in my hand, and replied with a hoarse voice. "I don't know her, Mom. Just let it go..."

"Is it that little Dr. Zeller who works with Ferris?" Lucille fired off her next question without missing a beat.

That night was incredibly busy. Every time I managed to drift off, a patient would ring the bell. I barely got two hours of sleep.

After handing over my shift the next day, I dragged my exhausted body back to Eden Gardens, took a quick shower, and collapsed into bed.

By the time I woke up, the sun was high in the sky. More accurately, I was woken by hunger. I had barely eaten or drank anything the day before, and I had been too busy during my shift to grab a bite. I was starving.

I headed toward the kitchen to make a sandwich, but as I passed the living room, my gaze was drawn to a stack of papers on the coffee table.

The bold letters on the cover were unmistakable.

The Marital Dissolution Agreement.