“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 ce.


    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 whateverfort food she could whip up, no


    matter the time of night.


    Now, with Evelyn as his wife, no matter howte he rolled in, not only was there no soup, but there''d also be a tongueshing 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; | won''ty a finger on you.”


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


    Murray''s face hardened as he fastened the buttons on the jacket he''d ced on her.


    “Have we really be strangers?”


    Zoey couldn''t help butugh, though her drunken state soon had her feeling nauseous.


    Murray stayed by her side, moving his lips as he thought about the rumors he''d heard in their circles, “You think that Fitch guy is


    anything special? His sister''s been bad-mouthing you all over the ce.”


    “It''s not nder if it''s true. | was the one who made the move,” Zoey said coldly, removing the jacket he''d given her and handing


    it back.


    “I''m not as pure as you think. After all, you know. | was drowning in hundreds of thousands debt, couldn''t close on the house,


    and couldn''t pay back the loans. | had to take a gamble.”


    Murray felt a sting in his heart. That house was supposed to be their marital home.


    He couldn''t stand it. If only he could


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    His tone softened, now that hecked for nothing, “Zoey, think about what | 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 ￠


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    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 nearbyit


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