The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 362

My footsteps halted by the table.

When those words entered my vision, my heart still gave an involuntary tremor.

Just last night at the Sterling Estate, Ferris had claimed the agreement wasn't printed yet. Now, barely a night later, it was sitting right in front of me.

I had to admit, Ferris was ruthlessly efficient.

I forced a bitter smile, swallowing hard past the lump in my throat. Skipping meals really took a toll on the body. My chest ached, feeling like another stomach cramp coming on, but my appetite had completely vanished.

I leaned over and picked up the agreement. It was strange. Ferris and I had signed the Prenuptial Agreement, which meant no property division. We had no children and no shared debt, yet this document was surprisingly thick.

It was so bulky that my grip slipped, and the bottom pages scattered across the floor.

I crouched down to gather them, but my eyes locked onto something, and I froze as if paralyzed.

It was the final page. Under the husband's signature line was a bold, sweeping signature: Ferris Sterling.

It was his unmistakable handwriting, scrawled in black ink. The pen had pressed so hard on the final stroke that it nearly tore the paper—sharp as a blade, slicing straight through my heart.

The aggressive signature spoke volumes of his rage. Clearly, my refusal to cover for his hickey last night had infuriated him. That anger was likely the driving force behind getting this paperwork drawn up so quickly.

But beyond the anger, Ferris was probably relieved. He was finally breaking free from the chains of this marriage, able to give his precious darling a real home and publicly claim her as his own.

I couldn't let her interfere with my divorce. I tried to pretend I hadn't heard her and went back to signing, but I barely got past my first name when Lucille yelled again, "Hello, is this building security? I have an emergency at..."

I immediately dropped the pen, sprinted over, and threw the door open, cutting off her call to security.

"Selena, you're here! Why is your phone off? You scared me to death, I thought you might have done something reckless..." Lucille marched inside, a bag of breakfast food in hand, hanging up her phone. Then, she stopped dead in her tracks. "Is that... the Marital Dissolution Agreement?"

My phone wasn't turned off; I had just been too exhausted to plug it in last night. But I knew Lucille wasn't here at the crack of dawn because she thought I was suicidal.

She had rushed over, completely ignoring our fight from last night, because she was terrified I would blindly sign the divorce papers.

Sure enough, the moment she spotted the papers, she dropped the food and rushed over, eagerly flipping through them. "You didn't sign it yet, did you? I knew the Sterling family would bring this over soon. I was so worried my foolish daughter would just blindly sign her life away. Marriage is a big deal, and divorce is even bigger. Documents like this need to be analyzed line by line. Plus, Ferris is the one who cheated! He has to give up a massive chunk of assets to compensate you..."