The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 365

I shot her a sharp glare, instantly shutting her up. She pressed her lips together and sighed deeply. "Whatever. A cheating man is worse than a dog. I won't let my daughter suffer. It's for the best that you divorce."

She didn't care about my suffering. She just realized she was securing the bag and no longer had any reason to cling to the Sterling family.

Plus, with her financial fears erased, she was already plotting to marry me off to someone else.

Right on cue, Lucille's eyes darted around before she leaned in close. "My Selena is gorgeous, has a killer body, and is a rising star in the Department of Anesthesiology! Your bosses love you. Your future is bright! Sure, you're a divorcee, but with a settlement this huge, you're practically a billionaire. You can take your time and pick out a man way better than Ferris!"

"Mom, enough," I interrupted, unable to take it anymore.

Lucille was losing her mind with greed. The divorce wasn't even finalized, and she was already brainstorming how to auction me off to the highest bidder.

Lucille finally realized she was being loud. She shot Grant an embarrassed look, but she couldn't wipe the smug grin off her face. She even turned to him for validation. "I'm not wrong, though, am I, Grant? With Selena's resume and bank account, she has her pick of the litter, right?"

"Ahem." Grant cleared his throat awkwardly, a deep frown forming on his face. "Ms. Hayes might not be legally permitted to remarry."

"What?" Lucille's smile vanished.

At that exact moment, my fingers reached the final section of the agreement.

Special Conditions.

"It appears there is a crucial stipulation in this document. After finalizing the divorce with Mr. Sterling, Ms. Hayes is permanently barred from remarriage," Grant explained softly, looking right at Lucille.

My eyes locked onto the exact clause he was referencing.

It said exactly what Grant had stated, but he had left out the most important detail.

I dry heaved into the toilet.

My stomach was completely empty, so nothing came up but bitter bile.

The rushing water of the faucet drowned out the sound of my gagging—and my silent, broken tears.

I hadn't even thought about the future. I had zero plans to fall in love again or start a new relationship. My heart was shattered. I had spent my entire life loving one man—Ferris—and I wasn't even close to moving on from him.

Even if I did move on, I doubted I could ever love again. Love had left me bruised, bloodied, and terrified. The pain was unbearable.

But Ferris... what gave you the right to control me and possess me even after we divorced?

You obviously don't love me, so why are you doing this?