Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 46

Chapter 46:

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But then he remembered the way her face had lit up when she saw that man—that smile. That pure, unguarded smile.

Felix had been with Linsey for five years. He knew she was breathtaking, a woman unlike any other. She was gentle, thoughtful, always putting him first.

But there was one thing about her that had never satisfied him. She had always drawn a line, insisting on marriage before intimacy. He had rushed to propose and planned an entire wedding—just so he could finally have her.

But then, everything had fallen apart.

For years, Linsey had smiled at him, but never like that—never with such warmth, such joy that made her eyes sparkle with life.

That man had taken something Felix had never been able to reach. The thought of Linsey looking at someone else that way sent a searing pain through his chest.

How could she? How could she just walk away and smile like that for another man?

She was his. And he wasn’t about to let her go.

Felix’s chest rose and fell with suppressed rage, his jaw tightening as he demanded, “Who is that guy? I need to know everything about him. Now.”

Joanna stiffened at the fury in his voice, her pulse quickening.

Was he this worked up over Linsey?

The realization sent a wave of unease crashing over her. Felix still cared. He still wanted Linsey.

A bitter resentment coiled in her chest as she thought, “There’s no way I’m letting that bitch win.”

Her eyes darkened with malice. If Linsey was bold enough to string along two men, then she deserved to be exposed.

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And if she was lucky, that mysterious man would see Linsey for who she truly was and toss her aside without hesitation.

Inside the car, Linsey’s mind replayed the encounter at the mall. Running into Felix and Joanna had been unexpected, but now that it had happened, she figured Collin had a right to know.

He was her husband, after all.

Taking a breath, she turned to him. “Collin—”

Before she could finish, the car came to a sudden, jarring stop, slamming her forward with alarming force.

A startled gasp left her lips, bracing for impact. But before she could hit anything, a firm grip yanked her backward.

Collin’s arms wrapped around her, steady and unwavering, pulling her against his chest. His voice, low and composed, rumbled beside her ear. “Be careful.”

She froze for a split second before it hit her—she was pressed tightly against Collin.

As awareness settled in, she inhaled the crisp, invigorating scent clinging to him, reminiscent of a winter forest.

It carried the essence of icy mountain air intertwined with the earthy freshness of snow-draped evergreens—a soothing fragrance that sent an inexplicable sense of calm through her.

But beneath that calm, her heart pounded so violently it felt like it might break free from her chest, each heavy thump echoing in her ears. Collin’s voice, deep and controlled, sliced through the tense silence. “What happened? Why the sudden stop?”

The driver, his voice laced with unease, quickly explained, “A stray cat darted onto the road. I almost hit it.”

Linsey blinked in confusion, her breath caught in her throat as she remained within Collin’s embrace. “I see. Keep driving,” Collin said evenly.

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