The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 367

Ferris was about to take his relationship with Zoey public. But it was highly likely Zoey had no idea he was married to me. Ferris probably wanted to bury his past. What woman wouldn't want her man to belong solely to her?

If Zoey found out about me, she would be devastated and insecure.

And even if she eventually got over it, if I married into the Lennox or Summer families, or anywhere within their elite circle, my marriage to Ferris would eventually be exposed. Zoey wouldn't just have to run into me at social events; she'd be constantly compared to me by high society. For a fragile, spoiled girl like her, that would be a nightmare.

Ferris adored his little darling, so naturally, he was tying up every loose end to protect her.

That massive financial settlement wasn't out of guilt or lingering affection. It was a payoff for Zoey's peace of mind. He was destroying my future to keep his girl happy. I had to hand it to him—Ferris truly worshipped the ground Zoey walked on.

I brushed Lucille off, walked her and Grant to the door, and sank back onto the couch to dial Ferris's number.

I wasn't going to sign this garbage. I had other plans.

The call connected quickly, but it wasn't Ferris who answered.

It was Zoey. "Ferris, slow down... it hurts..."

Her voice was breathy, soft, and sweet, filled with a pleading, breathless moan.

My heart violently seized. It felt like an invisible, crushing fist had wrapped around my chest, stopping my pulse and choking the air from my lungs.

Calling him in the middle of that was just rude. Whatever.

I struggled to stand up, determined to drag myself to the kitchen and force some food down. Health came first. My marriage was in ashes, but I still had a career and monumental responsibilities. I had to eat. I had to survive.

But the second I stood up, the room violently spun, and I collapsed back onto the couch.

Just as I fell, I heard the electronic lock beep. A blurry figure marched through the front door, but my vision was swimming so badly I couldn't make out who it was.

But her sharp, disgusted voice gave her away instantly. It was Vivian. "Selena, what the hell are you doing?"