Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After (Linsey)

Chapter 1187:

Starwood, renowned for its luxury and reputation, had always been a symbol of dreams for her. Back when she still believed in a future with Felix, she had emptied her savings to purchase this place, hoping to turn it into their shared home.

Fingers trembling, Linsey punched in the passcode and pushed the door open. Her voice echoed through the condo as she called out, nerves on edge, “Felix? Are you here? Felix?”

A sultry voice drifted out from the bedroom, its tone unmistakable. “Mmrn… Stop teasing…”

The sound rooted Linsey to the floor, her wide eyes drawn straight to the closed bedroom door, shock freezing her in place. Confusion and disbelief warred inside her. Why would a woman’s voice be coming from their condo? And why did it sound so much like Joanna? Joanna—Felix’s so-called childhood friend—had always hovered at the edges of their relationship.

Over the five years she had spent with Felix, arguments between them were rare, except for one persistent cause: Joanna.

She wore her sweet, harmless mask for Felix but never missed a chance to needle Linsey when his back was turned. Every special date, from birthdays to anniversaries, became another excuse for Joanna to insert herself, either dragging Felix away or insisting

her suspicion that Joanna harbored feelings for Felix, gently urging him to keep some healthy distance. Yet Felix always

closer to the bedroom door and twisted the

familiar silhouette met her eyes the moment the door swung open. Felix sat right there, perched on the edge of the

faint pallor crept

looked up at last, surprise flickering across his features. Rising, he tried to explain, “I hurt myself, and Joanna just happened to be nearby. She was helping me take care of it. That’s

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fiery red dress that hugged every curve, her makeup flawless and inviting, Joanna sat with an almost

to Joanna, his tone suddenly dismissive. “Joanna, now that Linsey’s here, you don’t need to stay. Thanks for the help—you can

but she kept her tone agreeable. “Fine,