I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 194

What did *I* think?

I considered it, my face a blank mask.

“You’re a walking contradiction right now. You used to be so detached, so cold, with such strong boundaries. But now that we’re at this point, you’re suddenly meddling in every aspect of my life.”

“It’s like you like me, and you don’t want me to leave. But Verna will always come first. With her in the picture, I’ll always lose. So it can’t be that you like me more than her. My guess is, you’re just used to having me around. I was your beast of burden for twelve months, cooking and cleaning for you every single day. Now that I’m suddenly gone, you’re not adjusting well, and that’s why you don’t want to get divorced. Am I right?”

Steven’s gaze was fixed on me, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His voice was low and cold. “You could say that.”

My heart clenched. I hadn’t expected him to answer, let alone admit it.

My eyes widened slightly as I stared at him. “You can’t live without me? You’re used to having me around?”

A cold, hard expression settled on his handsome face, his lips pressed into a thin line. “You seem pleased with yourself.”

“Haha.” I clenched my fists, a laugh bubbling up from deep inside me. I laughed until I had to bend over, laughed until tears streamed down my face.

Pleased? Of course, I was pleased. Even if it was just because he missed my cooking, because he wasn’t ready to lose his live-in maid, it was enough to make me ecstatic.

I had never imagined, in this new life, that I would get even a small taste of revenge against Steven. It seemed that what goes around really does come around. I suffered in my past life; it was his turn now.

I remembered the first time Steven had asked for a divorce. He had just said it wasn’t working out, with no mention of Verna. But I had suspected there was someone else. Still, I refused to let go, tears streaming down my face as I begged him.

I still remembered his words from my past life, clear as day.

They were the poison that had tormented me for years, and the warning that kept me from ever looking back in this life.

Love and hate can be forgotten, but the lessons they teach should not.

I stopped laughing and stood up straight, meeting Steven’s gaze. The same scene, the same people, but this time, it was my eyes that were filled with cold disgust, my voice that dripped with annoyance.

“Steven, habits can be changed. Love can be transferred. And you don’t even have love to transfer. No one is indispensable. You’re rich and handsome, but I can make my own money, and even your face gets old after a while. A change of pace is good for a person. It’s good for me to play the field with different rich men, to look at different handsome faces. Your only redeeming quality is your wealth. Sign the papers and stop dragging this out. It’s pointless. All you’re doing is making me disgusted with you. You’re making me… regret ever meeting you.”

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