The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 714

When those words flashed on the screen, I froze.

The cooling-off period for Ferris and me had ended so quickly.

Today was the day we would finally get our divorce finalized.

A moment later, I snapped out of it. It was time. After all this tangled mess, we were finally ending it.

I could finally let him go.

My chest felt a bit tight, but I figured I had just slept too long and needed to get up for some fresh air.

I tossed the phone aside and got up. After washing my face, my stomach rumbled, and I suddenly remembered the message Lucille had sent earlier.

She had left the meat pies outside my door.

I opened the door, and sure enough, there was a thermos sitting there with a sticky note attached to the lid: "Selena, remember to eat well. If you can't finish the meat pies, put them in the freezer. When you're too busy to cook, just warm them up."

It was Lucille's handwriting.

She had already texted me about it, yet she still left a physical note to nag me again. It was a bit excessive, but it clearly radiated her deep concern for me.

But I didn't need that kind of care and concern anymore.

Because it was completely fake.

This supposed affection was nothing but bait, thrown out solely to manipulate me. Hidden beneath the bait was a thick, invisible fishing line. The moment I swallowed it, I would instantly revert to being her puppet, entirely at her mercy.

I crumpled the little note and tossed it into the trash.

When I reached for the thermos, my craving abruptly vanished.

It was strange. I usually loved homemade meat pies, and I was starving, but I just didn't want them anymore.

Even looking at them made my stomach turn, as if they emitted a foul, unrecognizable stench rather than a savory aroma.