The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 660

The night was pitch black and dead silent. That single desperate plea broke, cracking with a distinct, agonizing sob.

Even without turning around, I could vividly picture the crimson flush flooding the corners of his eyes.

I couldn't deny it—the moment those words hit the air, my heart gave a violent, uncontrollable tremble.

This was the man I had worshipped for eight years. From a secret crush to a marriage, I had swallowed every ounce of heaven and hell he had given me. A person only had so many eight-year stretches in a lifetime.

Even now, Ferris reigned over a massive fortress in my heart, completely refusing to vacate the premises. I knew deep down that erasing him completely was physically impossible.

But I had zero intention of looking back.

The scars and the agony of the past screamed at me to keep walking, warning me never to trust him again.

And I didn't. Acting as if that broken sob had never reached my ears, I marched straight out the door. I left him—and my chaotic, suffocating emotions—locked inside that guest room as I headed straight for my own bedroom.

But the door wouldn't budge.

Hand clamped around the handle, I shoved my weight down, but the door remained rock solid.

It was locked from the outside.

I frowned, pivoting to go demand the key from Lucille, but the second my foot moved, I froze. Suddenly, all the pieces clicked together.

Lucille didn't lock this door today.

It had been permanently locked for years. Even if I demanded the key, she would never hand it over.

Because this wasn't my room.

Actually, there wasn't a single inch of The Hayes Residence that belonged to me anymore.