The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 377

His accusation crashed down on me like a vicious roar.

I recoiled, momentarily dazed, before letting out a scoff of pure contempt. "My husband? Who is my husband?"

"You—!" Ferris choked on his rage, stunned by my blatant disrespect.

I pressed the attack. "Are you talking about yourself? If you hadn't brought it up, I would have completely forgotten. So you do remember your title? Then tell me, Dr. Sterling, when you parade your little mistress in front of my face every single day, openly acting like lovebirds, is that your definition of respect?"

His jaw twitched violently. "What lovebirds..."

"Before you point fingers, take a good look in the mirror. You're a total hypocrite. It's pathetic." The floodgates were open, and I wasn't going to let him defend himself.

I had had enough. I wasn't usually one to hurl insults, especially not at Ferris.

He was the man I had loved fiercely for eight years, the man etched into my soul. I had been willing to give him all my tenderness, patience, and devotion. I never wanted to be cruel to him.

But I had forgotten that love was supposed to be a two-way street.

One-sided devotion was just pathetic desperation.

The deeper I loved him, the more I exposed my throat, letting him use my vulnerabilities to control, humiliate, and destroy me.

It had taken me this long to finally fight back.

Ferris looked absolutely livid. His handsome face flushed with rage, a tempest storming in his dark eyes. Strangely, the corners of his eyes were rimmed with red.

Caught in the sunlight streaming through the window, I could have sworn I saw a suspicious shimmer of moisture in them.

He looked furious—yet almost heartbroken.

But it was too late to run.

He pinned me flat against the wall, trapping my small frame completely between his solid chest and the drywall. I couldn't move an inch.

In the midst of the chaos, his mouth crashed down on mine.

"I forbid it!" he snarled against my lips, his voice raw, possessive, and unyielding, mirroring the bruising, desperate force of his kiss.

His hands slid brazenly under the hem of my shirt, taking out his wrath on my skin as he growled, "Listen to me, Selena. I forbid it!"

"I forbid you from dating!"

"I forbid you from being with anyone else!"