Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1634

“Zoey,” his voice carried a hint of surprise as he quickly approached.

“What are you doing here? Have you had one too many? Let me take you home.”

Zoey's mind was sluggish in responding, but she recognized the voice clearly - it was Murray.

She frowned, pushing him away. But her efforts were feeble, barely a nudge against Murray's frame, almost seeming coquettish in her resistance.

Murray immediately shed his own jacket, draping it over her shoulders, “Where's your coat? It’s freezing out here, and you’re dressed so light.”

Back when he and Zoey were an item, all he thought was how dull she was, always working herself to the bone for money.

They’d been together for seven years, and her mantra had been about saving up to buy their own place.

Murray used to think she was ludicrous. Who would want to buy property in pricey Greenfield by their own means? Most women dreamed of marrying a Greenfield guy - housing and cars sorted in one swoop.

Whenever he came home drunk, she’d have a hangover cure ready - soup or whatever comfort food she could whip up, no matter the time of night.

Now, with Evelyn as his wife, no matter how late he rolled in, not only was there no soup, but there’d also be a tongue-lashing for waking her up.

Since securing his position with the Farley family, thriving in business, and with Evelyn keeping him on a tight leash - calling him nearly every hour of the day - he realized how good he’d had it with Zoey. How had he ever found her dull?

“Zoey, are you cold?”

He took her hands, warming them with his breath, “There’s a hotel just around the corner. Let me help you get a room. You can trust me; I won’t lay a finger on you.”

Zoey stood up straight, pushing him away again, “No, thanks.”

His tone softened, now that he lacked for nothing, “Zoey, think about what I proposed before. How about five hundred thousand a month?”

His voice was gentle, coaxing as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“You won’t have to work those public gigs anymore. I’ll take care of you. And once you have our child, I’ll give you a million a month. What do you say?”

Whether it was anger or something else, Zoey suddenly felt sober. She looked up at him, finding his face so different from the one she remembered.

Couldn’t believe she had wasted seven years of her life on such a man, always putting his needs before hers.

She smirked, too weary to argue. Meanwhile, Fitch stood nearby with a bottle of water, watching the two engage in their intimate standoff by the column.