Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

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Chapter 6 Help Me Bathe img
Chapter 7 May I Use The Kitchen img
Chapter 8 How Does It Taste img
Chapter 9 We'll Tackle It Together img
Chapter 10 I'm Not Really Used To Physical Contact img
Chapter 11 I'm Happily Married img
Chapter 12 Why Doesn't She Fall For Me Instead img
Chapter 13 Am I In The Wrong Place img
Chapter 14 I've Heard Your Name img
Chapter 15 How Does She Know All This img
Chapter 16 You're All Too Loud img
Chapter 17 Why Is She Asleep Here img
Chapter 18 I Found A Job img
Chapter 19 Collin, What's In Your Pants img
Chapter 20 You're Hurting Me img
Chapter 21 What Exactly Happened Last Night img
Chapter 22 She'll Be Working Alongside Us img
Chapter 23 You Need To Develop Your Skills img
Chapter 24 I'll Learn From My Colleagues img
Chapter 25 Cynthia, Are You Alright img
Chapter 26 Linsey Is Fearless img
Chapter 27 I'm Here To Deliver Some Documents img
Chapter 28 What Are You Laughing At img
Chapter 29 Could You Wrap It Up For Me img
Chapter 30 Linsey, What Did You Buy img
Chapter 31 Felix, Don't Flatter Yourself img
Chapter 32 She's My Girlfriend! img
Chapter 33 She's The One Lying img
Chapter 34 Why Aren't You Home Yet img
Chapter 35 Why Did You Come Yourself img
Chapter 36 Has Linsey Come Out Yet img
Chapter 37 You Weren't This Reserved Last Night img
Chapter 38 Undress You img
Chapter 39 I Must've Upset Collin img
Chapter 40 How Much Did You Hear img
Chapter 41 Do You Really Think I'm That Unpredictable img
Chapter 42 How Did You Know My Size img
Chapter 43 Have A Drink With Me! img
Chapter 44 Marriage Isn't A Game img
Chapter 45 You've Been Zoning Out All Night img
Chapter 46 He's Just A Cripple img
Chapter 47 Did You Overhear Anything Just Now img
Chapter 48 I Can Handle It img
Chapter 49 Linsey, Are You Actually Married img
Chapter 50 What Do You Want To Talk About img
Chapter 51 Stay Away From My Wife img
Chapter 52 I Will Never Regret My Choice img
Chapter 53 Why Did You Kiss Me Just Now img
Chapter 54 I Want Him Nowhere Near Linsey Again img
Chapter 55 She'd Only Be A Mistress img
Chapter 56 You're Not Worthy Of Meeting Him img
Chapter 57 Don't Take It Personally img
Chapter 58 Dustin, I Really Have To Go img
Chapter 59 Would You Consider Letting It Go img
Chapter 60 My Wife Deserves Far More Than That img
Chapter 61 Collin Came Back img
Chapter 62 Who Would Care About Me Anyway img
Chapter 63 How Could You Just Throw It Away img
Chapter 64 Let Me Help You With That img
Chapter 65 I Want To Kiss You img
Chapter 66 Mrs. Riley, What Brings You Here img
Chapter 67 You Don't Look Too Well img
Chapter 68 Why Are You So Nervous img
Chapter 69 Do You Believe Me Now img
Chapter 70 This Isn't Enough For Me img
Chapter 71 Let's Meet Up img
Chapter 72 I Ended Up With Someone Else Entirely img
Chapter 73 Linsey, Have You Lost Your Mind img
Chapter 74 Perhaps I Misjudged Collin img
Chapter 75 I Want You There With Me img
Chapter 76 I've Grown Accustomed To Insomnia img
Chapter 77 Collin, Where Are You img
Chapter 78 You're Playing With Fire, Man img
Chapter 79 Linsey, You'd Better Brace Yourself img
Chapter 80 You Still Haven't Saved My Number img
Chapter 81 The Dress Is Lovely img
Chapter 82 I Won't Make Things Harder For You img
Chapter 83 We Must Be Cautious img
Chapter 84 Don't Mind Them img
Chapter 85 Collin, Let Go Of Me! img
Chapter 86 You've Always Envied Huntley img
Chapter 87 My Wife Can Protect Me Too! img
Chapter 88 Collin Won't Get Away With This img
Chapter 89 I hope I'm Not Intruding img
Chapter 90 That's Quite Unusual For You img
Chapter 91 Bring Your Wife Next Time You Visit img
Chapter 92 My Husband Is Quite The Ordinary Fellow img
Chapter 93 I Have No Other Motives img
Chapter 94 I'm Willing To Trust You img
Chapter 95 You've Done An Excellent Job img
Chapter 96 Linsey, I Miss You img
Chapter 97 You Seem Truly Happy img
Chapter 98 Why Did You Kidnap Me img
Chapter 99 You're Sharper Than I Thought img
Chapter 100 You Will Never Leave Me! img
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Chapter 3 Don't Touch Me

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?"

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.

"Don't touch me. You make my skin crawl," she said indifferently.

Felix froze, his eyes widening in shock. He had never heard her speak to him like that before.

Her voice was ice, cutting through the tension in the room as she continued, "Felix, that wedding is over. I have no intention of having another one. I came here today to move out."

Felix, still stunned by her rejection, frowned in confusion, his mind struggling to catch up. "Move out?"

Linsey nodded, her face resolute. "Yes. I'm leaving now."

He let out a hollow laugh, as if he had just heard the most absurd joke. "And where do you think you're going?"

He knew all too well that Linsey had no family to turn to, no safety net to catch her. Apart from this apartment, she had nowhere else.

For the past five years, her entire world had been centered around him. He was certain she couldn't leave him.

He was certain that this whole "moving out" act was nothing more than her way of trying to make him bend to her will.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a voice from behind.

It was Joanna.

"Felix, didn't you say you'd be down in a minute after packing? What's taking you so long?"

Joanna's voice echoed through the room as she stepped in. When her eyes landed on Linsey standing across from Felix, her expression shifted in surprise. "Linsey, what are you doing here?"

Linsey shot Joanna a frosty look, her voice icy as she replied, "This is my apartment, isn't it? Do I need to explain why I'm here? The real question is-what are you doing here?"

Joanna lowered her gaze, feigning a mixture of embarrassment and innocence. "I accidentally nicked myself with a fruit knife, and Felix was so worried he insisted on staying with me for a few days."

Her eyes then darted to the suitcase beside Linsey, and she gasped dramatically, her hand covering her mouth.

"Linsey, what are you doing? Are you upset? Even if you are, this is uncalled for. If you're bothered, you can talk to me. I'll apologize if that'll make you feel better. There's no need for all this."

Linsey's lips curled into a cold, almost cruel smile as she took a slow step forward toward Joanna. "Are you really going to apologize? Do you even mean it?"

Joanna, aware of Felix watching, played her part, her voice dripping with false sincerity as she nodded. "Of course. If it helps you, I'll do whatever it takes."

"Alright, then. Why not?" Linsey's smile widened, but there was no warmth in her eyes, just cold calculation. "Since you're so sincere, I suppose I can help you out."

Without warning, she raised her hand.

The sharp sound of a slap sliced through the tension in the room as Linsey's palm connected with Joanna's face, echoing the finality of her words.

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