Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1238: Linsey's brow furrowed as she took the check, her fingers brushing the smooth paper. She glanced at the numbers, then froze. Five million dollars. The sum stared back at her, bold and unreal, like something plucked from a television drama. Her breath caught, and she counted the zeros again, half-expecting them to vanish. This couldn't be real. She had never held such wealth, never even imagined it in her grasp. Her mind spun, conjuring scenes from those over-the-top shows she used to binge. Was this the moment where Ivy paid her to disappear?

The thought twisted in her chest, sharp and bitter. From the start, Collin had forced her into his world. So, the idea of walking away with this fortune-a life of ease, no more scraping by-felt like a victory. Five million dollars could buy a new start, a life where she answered to no one. But her heart sank. Why didn't this feel right? A hollow ache settled in her chest, defying the logic of her daydreams. Ivy leaned forward, her sharp eyes catching the shift in Linsey's expression. "What's wrong?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Is the amount too small?" Linsey shook her head, a small, instinctive movement. "No," she said softly. Curiosity gnawed at her, and she met Ivy's gaze. "Why are you giving me this?" Although she had her suspicions, she needed to hear it said aloud. Still, Ivy's answer caught her completely off guard. Ivy's lips curved into a wry smile, and she leaned back, folding her hands in her lap. "The girl meant to marry Collin couldn't stomach his disability. She bolted, leaving him humiliated. To make a point-or maybe to spite me-Collin crashed your wedding and dragged you into this mess.

This check is my apology. I hope you'll accept it." Linsey blinked, the words sinking in. A laugh escaped her, soft and unexpected, bubbling up from the absurdity of it all. She pressed her hand to the check, feeling its weight against the polished table, and slid it back toward Ivy with a steady push. For updates, visit ɢαlᥒovᥱᥣs.coᥒ Ivy's brow arched, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. "What's this?" Linsey paused, her fingers lingering on the table's edge. "Collin didn't ruin my life," she said, her voice steady despite the storm in her thoughts. "If anything, he saved me.

My wedding was a mistake I didn't see coming-a man who was not only useless but unhinged, cheating with his childhood sweetheart behind my back." She straightened, her jaw tight. "Collin's stunt pulled me out of that disaster." Ivy had only heard vague whispers about Collin's dramatic wedding fiasco. The finer details, the ones that truly mattered, remained a mystery to her. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "You're saying you don't blame him?" Her tone carried a mix of disbelief and curiosity, as if she were reassessing the woman before her.

"Not at all," Linsey replied, her voice firm. Ivy studied her, her eyes narrowing as they settled on Linsey's. After a long moment, she asked, "Are you staying with him willingly?" The question hit like a gust of cold air. Linsey opened her mouth, then closed it, her certainty dissolving. Her fingers curled into her palms, nails biting into her skin. Ivy remained silent, and she shifted in her chair, breaking the tension. "Has Roland ever told you about Collin's past?" she asked, her voice gentler now. . . .