Marrying a Secret Zillionaire: Happy ever after - Chapter 61

Chapter 61:

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Felix’s gaze softened as he stared at her, his eyes filled with longing.

“Linsey, I’ve been thinking about this all night. I know you’re married to Collin now, but for the sake of what we shared… If you divorce him, I’ll be here for you. What do you say?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Linsey’s opinion of Felix crumbled all over again.

She scoffed, barely able to look at the man seated across from her. She couldn’t figure out what she had ever seen in him.

Felix wasn’t even attractive—just painfully average. Next to Collin, her husband, he didn’t stand a chance.

And when it came to talent, character, or ambition? Felix wasn’t even in the same league.

Yet here he was, bold enough to say something so ridiculous.

He didn’t mind that she was divorced? As if his opinion mattered. Even if she remarried a hundred times, she wouldn’t spare this jerk a second glance.

Linsey took a deep breath, surprised by how little anger she felt. Once, Felix’s words might have sent her into a rage. Now, she just couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Felix, you left me for another woman on our wedding day, and now you’re talking about taking responsibility?”

She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, not even bothering to look at him. “It’s too late for that. Do yourself a favor and stay out of my life—and my work.”

Felix stared at her, something unfamiliar twisting in his chest. He let out a slow sigh. “Linsey, don’t stay mad at me. Even if you are, you shouldn’t joke about your marriage. And you definitely shouldn’t ruin your own happiness just to get back at me.”

Linsey frowned, forcing herself to stay patient. “I married my husband because I want to be with him. Keep your concerns to yourself—I’m doing just fine.”

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She then added, “And let me say this one last time: my husband and I are happy, we love each other, and divorce is not happening. Whether you want a house full of kids is your business, not mine. Don’t you have Joanna? Why are you still bothering me?”

Felix didn’t even acknowledge Joanna’s name. He just shook his head, as if lost in his own world. “Linsey, quit pretending. Your husband has a disability. How could he ever make you happy?”

Her expression hardened. “Felix, enough. Don’t talk about him like that. If you keep running your mouth, don’t expect me to be polite.” Her cold stare didn’t shake him in the slightest.

He flashed her what he clearly thought was a charming smile. “Linsey, quit playing hard to get. We were together for five years. How long have you even known Collin? Whatever you think you have with that disabled man doesn’t compare to what we had.”

Before he could finish, Linsey hurled an entire cup of cold coffee straight at his face.

Felix let out a strangled yell, blinking rapidly as the liquid dripped from his chin. “What the hell, Linsey? Are you crazy?”

She shot to her feet, eyes blazing. “Felix, watch your mouth. Next time, it won’t just be coffee.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the café.

Watching her leave, Felix felt a sharp pang of panic rise in his chest. Ignoring the coffee soaking through his clothes, he shot to his feet and rushed after her. “Linsey! Stop right there!”

He reached out, about to grab her arm—when a firm hand clamped around his wrist, stopping him cold. A deep, icy voice cut through the air.

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