Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299 Will Your Husband Be Joining Us

As soon as someone brought up Linsey’s husband, a palpable tension swept through the group chat, leaving an awkward

silence in its wake.

Every member of the chat knew that Linsey had tied the knot with Collin, the Riley family’s eldest son, a family steeped in prestige and whispers. Wasn’t it widely whispered that Collin bore a disability?

Indeed, the rumor circle churned with speculation that marrying someone with a disability was an act of utter madness.

The consensus behind closed doors was that Linsey’s motivations were purely financial, seeking Collin’s substantial wealth.

Beneath the surface, there was an unspoken disdain for her choice, though nobody would dare voice their contempt aloud.

After all, who was eager to play with fire?

Linsey’s expression tightened, her brow creasing subtly as she picked up on the undercurrents of provocation swirling

around her.

Her eyes flicked to the name on the comment–Beth Barnes, a former college classmate who had always had a grudge against her.

True to form, Beth tagged Linsey directly into the conversation.

“Linsey, just a heads–up for this weekend’s reunion–we’re encouraged to bring our partners. Will your husband be joining

us?”

Merely seconds later, she feigned an apology, masking her true intentions with a veneer of contrition.

“Oh, right, I almost forgot. Your husband, Collin, is confined to a wheelchair, isn’t he? Unfortunately, he probably won’t be

able to join us for the reunion. You must have a lot on your plate. We’re old classmates, after all–would you like me to suggest a reputable orthopedic specialist for Collin?”

As she read Beth’s message, a shadow fell over Linsey’s face.

She fumed at the veiled mockery in Beth’s words. Without hesitating, Linsey’s fingers flew across the keyboard, her

response sharp as a tack.

“Thanks, but no thanks. If you’re really in the mood to recommend doctors, perhaps a neurologist would be more appropriate for you–someone to address that relentless gossiping habit you’ve nursed since college.”

Beth’s reply came swiftly, her words tinged with fury. “Linsey, what exactly are you insinuating? Are you suggesting there’s something wrong with my brain?”

Linsey offered a chilly smirk, her words slicing through the tension. “I didn’t say a word about your brain. But it seems you’re quick to confess. Really, if there’s an issue, seeking treatment might be wise.”

Beth, seething with anger, managed to type out another message. “Linsey, how dare you speak to me that way?”

Remaining calm, Linsey replied, “Just looking out for you since we’re old classmates. Or did I strike a nerve? Is there really

It was then that Kane, sensing the escalating tension, decided to step in. “Come on, Beth, let’s leave it there for now. We’re

With a sigh, Beth relented, her voice tinged with resignation. “Okay, for the sake of old times and Kane, I’ll let it slide.”