Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

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The apartment, once cozy and filled with warmth, now stood in disarray, its charm completely stripped away, leaving only chaos in its wake.

Linsey continued packing the remaining items into her suitcase, her movements deliberate, as if determined to erase every trace of the life she had once built here.

Felix stood frozen for a moment, his eyes sweeping over the wreckage, disbelief etching his features before he stormed toward her.

“Linsey, are you out of your mind?” he demanded, his voice rising with frustration. “I was gone for only a little while, and you’re acting like this?”

He inhaled sharply, trying to reign in his temper, and snapped, “I’m giving you one hour. Put everything back where it was!”

Linsey, unfazed, finished packing the item in her hands and slowly turned to face him. Her expression was cool, detached—almost as if he were a stranger.

A faint, mocking smile tugged at her lips as she replied, “Felix, haven’t you figured it out? Sometimes, once something is lost, it’s gone forever. It can never be the same again.”

Felix’s frown deepened, impatience growing in his eyes. “What the hell are you trying to say?”

Linsey couldn’t help but feel the audacity in his words. Did he truly not understand? Perhaps men like him never saw themselves as in the wrong.

No. It wasn’t that. His tenderness had always been reserved for one person—Joanna, the woman he had truly loved.

Linsey’s gaze was unwavering as she stared him down, her voice steady, yet every word seemed to carry the weight of everything she had been through.

“On our wedding day, you abandoned me at the ceremony, ignoring both my dignity and my pleas. Do you have any idea how that felt? Felix, did you ever once stop to think about me? I was humiliated beyond measure, and yet you think I’m just throwing a tantrum?”

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She didn’t blink, her eyes locked onto his, the pain she had buried deep inside flooding to the surface, her vision blurring as tears welled up. She didn’t look away, her resolve as firm as steel.

Seeing her like this, Felix felt a fleeting pang of guilt, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. He dismissed it entirely, just as he had done countless times before.

Over the years, he had hurt her time and time again, and she had always forgiven him. He didn’t see why this time should be any different.

He was sure that with a little charm, she would cave, just like she always had. After all, that was how things had always worked between them.

With that thought, his anger dissipated, replaced by a composed, almost smug smile.

“Linsey, alright, I get it. You’re upset,” he began, his voice smooth and patronizing. “But you shouldn’t act out like this. Look at what you’ve done to our home.”

His smile softened, and he reached out to place his hands gently on her shoulders, his touch feigning tenderness as he tried to calm her down.

“Come on, be good. You’ve vented your anger. Let’s not make a scene anymore, okay? How about this? We’ll pick another day, a better day, and I promise I’ll give you an even grander, more luxurious wedding. What do you say?”

Linsey’s eyes locked onto the smile playing on Felix’s lips. His words were sweet, but his eyes—those eyes—betrayed a chilling indifference. He seemed so certain that she would fall for his act.

Of course, why wouldn’t he think that? This was the way things had always gone in the past.

Linsey let out a quiet, bitter scoff. She had given him far too many chances, and now he was convinced that he didn’t need to treat her with any real respect.

Her expression hardened into something cold and detached, and without a word, she shrugged off his hands as though they were nothing more than a bothersome weight.

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