Chapter 211
I didn’t know why the other party suddenly asked if I was “married,” but he had been so straightforward with payment before, and the entire cooperation process was respectful without crossing any lines. I thought it was probably just out of sympathy.
Maybe he felt it wasn’t easy for me to work on drug projects alone and wanted to understand the situation better to assess cooperation risks.
I didn’t think much about it and continued the conversation naturally.
[Actually, I think after divorce, I became freer and happier, with less pressure.]
When I typed this, I was sincere.
In that marriage, I had been suppressed to the point of suffocation.
After breaking free from all that, I finally lived like myself again.
At this moment, I had no idea that the person in front of the screen was my nominally “not yet truly dissolved” ex-husband-Ferris.
He looked at the words I sent, his fingertips pausing on the keyboard for a long time.
[Why? Because you didn’t like him?]
Seeing this message, I hesitated for a moment.
The other party was a “stranger” I’d never met; I had no need to fabricate too much, nor did I want to hide anything.
I typed: [People who actively choose to leave after marriage have usually thought it through carefully. It’s not one specific reason, but accumulation to a certain breaking point.]
thought this would end the conversation, and indeed, his reply was delayed.
waited a while, then gently typed: [If there’s nothing else, I need to go offline. Bye.]
The chat window disappeared. I closed my laptop, preparing to go out.
needed to visit the medicinal materials market. Some raw material suppliers had temporarily raised prices, and I had to personally confirm the quality of
alternative materials.
shouldered my backpack and just stepped outside when I saw him standing there.
Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat. I immediately looked away.
didn’t know if it was a coincidence, but this morning I had just chatted with that business partner about my “ex-husband,” and now I had actually run into
‘erris.
quickened my pace, wanting to pass by him as quickly as possible.
jut Ferris spoke leisurely, his voice drifting over slowly. “Is this how you thank the ex-husband who saved your life?”
He emphasized the words “ex-husband” heavily, as if deliberately stressing them for me to hear.
froze, my steps halting, unable to help turning back to look at him.
This was the first time I’d heard the term “ex-husband” from his mouth.
His face was still handsome, but his expression was much more somber than before, his eyes seeming wrapped in seawater before a storm-deep and langerous
turned my head away, not wanting to meet his gaze, keeping my tone as calm as possible: “I already thanked you for last night.”
knew he didn’t lock returns of gratitude.
What he wanted was always control, dominance, that kind of inescapable “bond.”
I stated at him and spoke coldly: “You said yourself you’re my ex-husband. Then as your ex-wife, when I encounter danger outside, your helping me is also a basic moral response, isn’t it?”
I didn’t want him to misunderstand that I still had feelings for him, and I didn’t want to give him an excuse to invade my life again.
Hearing my words, Ferris’s expression clearly changed, his pupils contracting slightly, his thin lips pressed tight.
“Where are you going?” he suddenly asked.
I paused, then replied: “None of your business.”
With that, I walked away quickly.
I knew he stood there without following, but that feeling of being pinned by his gaze followed me all the way like a shadow.
Sure enough-
Not long after, when I hailed a taxi on the roadside, his car steadily followed from a distance.
I went to the market, and he watched me buy medicinal materials, watched me communicate with suppliers, watched me carry large and small bags alone through crowded streets.
He never got out of the car, just watched from afar.
He probably remembered the past-
When he went on business trips to European countries and lost contact with the pack due to an accident, I had traveled through the night to find him, with clumsy spoken language and relying entirely on translation software for technical terms.
Now I could independently negotiate projects, bargain with suppliers, and make accurate predictions about market fluctuations.
Just as I told that business partner-
After divorce, I became freer and happier.
But this sentence pierced Ferris’s heart like a knife.
He watched me leave the market and was about to get out to follow when his phone rang.
It was Victoria.
Ferris, when are you coming back?”
“Get to the point,” his tone was flat.
“Those elders in the pack have been acting strange lately. The old Alpha asked me to notify you to return to headquarters immediately.”
Ferris raised an eyebrow slightly, his voice turning colder: “Got it.”
After hanging up, he looked toward the street, but only caught sight of my figure disappearing at the end of the crowd.
At that moment, he suddenly realized-
I had truly broken free from his control. Like a female wolf completely free from chains, never looking back.
