I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 289

Last night, I didn’t have time to process it, but thinking back now, he said the person in his dreams was me, that he married me in his dreams, and even dreamed that I died.

He said he was in the fourth year of the dream, which meant I had about a year left.

Other details aside, those parts matched my past life. Could it be that heaven had given this bastard a second chance too, letting him be reborn in a different way?

Steven’s eyes flickered. He hesitated, then changed his story.

“No. It was just an excuse to sleep with you.”

I was speechless.

I had a whole string of curses I wanted to let fly.

For a second there, he almost had me believing he was reborn too.

But on second thought, the story didn't add up. Why would his dream be about me wronging him? It was clearly the other way around.

Still, Steven being reborn didn't seem to have much to do with me. The person he loved wasn't me. If he were reborn, he might just get to Verna faster, which had nothing to do with me.

Maybe I should even hope for his rebirth. That way, he might change his mind about not divorcing me sooner and get a healthy dose of rejection from Verna.

But that didn't feel right either. If the Steven from my past life—the man who had tormented me for five years—came back, that would be a nightmare.

And now I had slept with him. The thought alone was infuriating.

He was better off staying dead in the past. He should not come back.

“I need to change.” I gave him a shove and slammed the door shut.

I quickly changed into a simple top and pulled my own coat back on, wincing with every movement. I didn't make a sound.

When I opened the door, Steven was still standing there, staring into the distance as if lost in thought.

I ignored him and limped downstairs. Steven hadn't aggravated my injured foot last night, but today I felt completely crippled.

It genuinely hurt more than it ever did in my past life. What was going on?

Steven reached out to carry me, but I scrambled back in a panic, nearly tumbling down the stairs.

“Back! Back! Get back!”

His voice was laced with fury. “Zephyra, did you come downstairs just to take this?”

I was so startled that the pill fell from my trembling hand and clattered to the floor.

“Of course! What happens if I get pregnant?”

He stared at me, his expression hardening, the lines of his jaw tightening.

“If you get pregnant, we’ll have it. It’s not like I can’t afford it.”

I laughed, a bitter, incredulous sound. “Steven, your only conditions were that I don’t divorce you and I sleep with you when you want. You never said anything about having your child.”

Anything outside the terms of our deal was off the table.

Our relationship could only be a transaction. Having a child required far too much love, something I was incapable of giving him.

At my words, Steven’s face grew even darker, his eyes turning glacial.

I suddenly found the situation amusing and narrowed my eyes, a smirk playing on my lips. “Steven, don’t tell me you thought one night in bed would be enough to make me stay willingly? That having your child would make me die for you? Wake up. Your patriarchal fantasies are a century out of date.”