The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 392

The Marital Dissolution Agreement had been weighing heavily on my mind.

Ever since I refused to sign it the first time, I had wanted to discuss altering the terms with Ferris, but he never gave me the chance.

Back at the hot springs, his stance had become agonizingly clear. Even if I confronted him, he wouldn't budge.

He refused to compromise because he cherished Zoey, wanting to eliminate every possible threat and complication for her sake.

Why would Vivian suddenly call me back to sign it? Was this a new agreement?

I tested the waters. "Is it the same one from before? I'm not signing it. I refuse those conditions."

"What kind of fairy tale are you living in, Selena?" Vivian's voice snapped with harsh authority. "Ferris lost his mind letting you extort so much of the estate, but let me be perfectly clear—I won't allow it. Counselor Winston and I have drafted a new agreement. Come sign it immediately. I'm waiting at the estate."

So she really had drafted a new one.

A wave of relief washed over me, though I kept my guard up. "I'm at Azure Springs right now. I can't make it back today, but I'll be there first thing in the morning. Could you send me the digital copy to review?"

I could have made the trip back, but I needed to see the terms first.

I didn't care about the financial settlement. My only concern was whether that absurd supplementary clause was still there.

"Azure Springs? What are you doing out there?" Vivian demanded impatiently.

After all, couples always made up between the sheets.

They were probably intimately intertwined at this very moment...

"Good. Do not mention the divorce agreement to him," Vivian exhaled a noticeable sigh of relief before her commanding tone returned. "I'm coming to you. Send me your location."

I froze, a sudden realization hitting me. "Ferris doesn't know about this new agreement, does he?"

Azure Springs was located in the suburbs of Port Capital. It wasn't incredibly far, but weekend traffic was notoriously terrible. A twenty-mile drive could take hours.

Vivian was a woman accustomed to luxury. She never lifted a finger if she didn't have to. It had always been my job to cater to her. Even for a divorce agreement, it was highly unlikely she would willingly endure hours of gridlock just to see me.