The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 639

I was losing my grip on reality. I couldn't tell what was real anymore.

Ferris seemed to operate with two completely different faces: one that would burn the world down for Zoey, and another that looked me dead in the eye and swore things I was far too terrified to believe.

I couldn't discern which face was the truth, and the sheer panic of it left my mind spinning in a disorienting haze.

All I could do was shove him away with everything I had. "No, I don't want to hear it!"

I pushed him harder than I intended. The second I scrambled out of the car and bolted, I heard a low, suppressed grunt of pain tear from his throat.

But I didn't look back.

I hit the pavement and speed-walked away, desperate to put as much distance between us as possible so he couldn't chase me down. My footsteps grew faster, more erratic.

But I couldn't outrun the chaotic swarm of thoughts violently clashing in my mind. Ferris's frantic, desperate words echoed relentlessly in my skull.

*I'm a complete bastard. I never should have used her to try and make you jealous.*

*But I swear, nothing ever happened between us.*

*I've waited so long for the opportunity to finally tell you the truth. Just listen to what I have to say!*

Those sentences violently ripped open memories that weren't even that old.

Twenty days ago. Inside that damp, freezing abandoned warehouse where we had been held hostage. I remembered the exact words Zoey had screamed when the kidnappers threatened her.