Female Novel
Chapter 1637
“Zoey, | beg you. Come to see me.”Belinda's supplicated voice cracking while Zoey could faintly hear Murray's comforting murmurs in the background.
Zoey gripped her phone, and then ended the call directly. She had made the mistake of giving in once; she wouldn't let historyrepeat itself.
On the other end, Belinda's anxiety spiked at the sound of the disconnected line, and Murray continued to rub her back inasoothing rhythm.
"Don't worry. Zoey's got a soft heart. Let me talk to her; maybe she'll come around."
Belinda clasped his hand, gratitude etched on her face, "Thank you. I'm counting on you."
“And your husband's still at home?"
Belinda looked a bit embarrassed at the mention of that man, "Yes, he is. Murray, | have to go; | need to check on him."
Murray wasn't genuinely interested in the family drama; his intentions were far simpler: he wanted to sleep with Zoey. The moretime he spent with Evelyn, the clearer it became how much Zoey outshone her. He was determined to have Zoey to himself.
The moment Belinda returned home, her heart sank at the sight of empty liquor bottles strewn across the room; her hearttightened. Her husband had penchant for alcohol and affairs. In his youth, with a bit of cunning, he had managed to amass somewealth through dubious means. Now with old age, though technology had outpaced him, his love for extramarital companionshiphad not dwindled. With any cash in his pocket, he'd play the big shot in town.
Seeing Belinda, his exasperation boiled over, "Didn't | tell you to get Zoey to come out? You know how humiliated | was at thatlast party? | won't be at peace until | have my way with that wench."
Belinda shrank before him, "I tried, but she wouldn't come. What can | do?"
"Can't you push her? Isn't she attached to you, her mother? I'm telling you, if | don't see Zoey tomorrow, I'm filing for divorce. I'vehad enough of this life."
Divorce?! The word struck Belinda like a physical blow, fueling her resentment towards Zoey. If not for the burden of herdaughter, she wouldn't be in this humiliating position, unable to keep her own husband in check.
She clenched her teeth as her husband continued to scheme, "What about Fitch's sister? If you can't bring Zoey, bring her to me.| despise these highborn ladies, acting all superior."
"Fine, fine, as long as you don't divorce me, I'll bring you any woman you want."
Belinda had lost all reason. She tried calling Zoey repeatedly, but Zoey had long since blocked her number, refusing to entertainher mother's manipulations.
At night, Wilma noticed Zoey's distress and suggested they hit the mall, "Zoey, | know your mom's been calling. Just ignore her;she's probably up to no good again."
Zoey had wan face and cramp in the stomach a whole day; at the moment she finally felt a bit better. The awards ceremony wasonly two days away. Wilma got some free time these days, and her eyes sparkled as they browsed through a luxury handbagstore.
"Zoey, that color looks like it was made for you!"
"Miss, you have exquisite taste. This one just came in today," the clerk hadn't recognized Wilma, who was bundled up discreetly.As Zoey reached out to touch the bag, a shrill voice cut through the air.
"Zoey, keep your filthy hands off!" It was Mia.
Zoey’s brows furrowed, hearing footsteps approach from behind.
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"Ring this up. It's mine."
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Zoey held her back with a shake of her head, "It's okay."
Wilma knew she was the daughter of the Haskins family, also sister of the man Zoey loved; she had to suppress her indignation.
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