Female Novel
Chapter 1095
Upon hearing his words, Zoey felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
However, her phone was held captive in the man's hand, making it impossible for her to end the call.
On the line, Murray kept babbling about Zoey's virtues from the past: always having a bowl of soup
ready for his hangovers, always having antacids in the car, and always picking him up no matter how
late he came home, even when she herself was swamped with work.
After three minutes of Murray's rambling speech, a man's laughter echoed from the other end.
"Zoey, your husband wanted to hear your voice."
That sentence was utterly despicable, trampling on Zoey's dignity as if it were nothing but dirt.
Her face turned ashen in an instant. She tried to reach for her phone with all her might, but the man
abruptly accelerated, causing her to whimper in pain.
Murray wasn't a fool. He had been with Evelyn enough times to know exactly what was happening on
the other end of the line.
Back when Zoey was with him, she always avoided kissing him, saying she wasn't ready emotionally.
But now, in such a short span of time, she could engage in such activities with another man while on
the phone.
"You slut," he spat, "when I wanted to be with you, you claimed to be traumatized. But look at you now,
so willing with someone else. Zoey, how low can you stoop? Did you sell yourself after leaving me? Is
that why someone would want to touch you? I bet you willingly slept with your stepfather, too, didn't
you? You're nothing but filth, letting any man have his way with you, huh?"
Tears streamed down Zoey's face as the man behind her showed no mercy. Her tears stained the
couch, but she bit her lip, remembering his words.
The tears of a woman he didn't care for only disgusted him.
Even though her dignity was being trampled upon and her character maligned by these two men, she
could not allow herself to cry out loud.
It was her fault for misjudging people seven years ago, thinking of Murray as her savior.
And her own folly for climbing into that man's bed seven years later.
Hunching her trembling body, she listened to Murray's insults, feeling utterly humiliated.
Finally, she pleaded in a low voice.
"Can you please finish that quickly. I beg you."
Her plea was hardly audible, but Murray heard it and responded with another round of insults.
Her voice was choked with sobs, but the man only agreed with Murray's words, showing no sympathy.
"I must say, your ex-boyfriend makes a valid point. You do seem to have a knack for stooping low."
Zoey froze, her hands gripping the couch tightly, no longer daring to plead with him.
The man ended the call, his actions becoming even more forceful.
An hour later, this one-sided venting finally ended.
He gave her a brief glance and headed for the shower.
After his shower, he changed into a fresh suit, leaving the old one on the couch.
He looked as immaculate as ever.
Zoey pulled a blanket over herself as he instructed, "Wash my suit by hand. I'll wear it the next time I
come over."
"Okay."
"Whenever I text you, come here, take a shower, and wait for me. Don't let anyone know about us."
"Okay."
She kept her head down, agreeing to whatever he said.
The man raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to grasp her chin and examine her face.
Zoey had a gentle, homely look. She would make a great mother and a dignified wife someday, but he
didn't lack women.
Countless noble and virtuous women would flock to him if he ever wanted to marry.
However, after hearing the details Murray had recounted, he felt a strange stirring within him.
Zoey was forced to look up at him, and she saw a flash of disgust in his eyes.
"Your ex-boyfriend said you'd make a great wife and mother. What kind of wife and mother is as
promiscuous as you?"
Zoey's fingers tightened reflexively, but she felt nothing. Such humiliation was commonplace for her,
and she had to endure it.
Only when he grew tired of her would she gain her freedom.
Releasing her chin, the man strode towards the door, throwing a reminder over his shoulder.
"Don't forget the suit. Be ready whenever I call."
As if she were a high-class call girl.
Zoey lowered her lashes, confirming that the man was far away, before slowly clutching the blanket innovelbin
her hand.
Her tears had dried up, and even the most humiliating words would only cause temporary distress.
Her current emotional turmoil was merely a result of her naive trust in Murray. She had once shared her
darkest secrets with him, even weeping as she told him about her stepfather's wrongdoing.
Back then, she believed that he would protect her, that he would be her hero.
But now, her heartfelt confessions had turned into a weapon he used to stab her in the back.
So, ladies, never reveal your darkest secrets to your partner. One day, he might use them against you,
causing you pain a hundred times worse than the deepest wound.