I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 290

Steven was silent.

I picked up another pill. “I don’t love you. You could sleep with me for ten years, and the only thing that would change is how much I despise you. And you made your terms clear, so let me remind you of mine: I don’t have a good temper. Just because I won’t initiate a divorce doesn’t mean I can’t make you initiate one.”

“I will never spend my life with you. If you have the energy, you can try to control me every single day. Otherwise, sooner or later, I’ll cheat on you. I hope you haven’t forgotten that news headline.”

Our entire arrangement was based on Horace’s recovery. The moment he was well, there would be nothing holding me here.

Steven’s face was still strikingly handsome, but it was now shadowed by a terrifying, grim aura.

He seized my hand, his gaze drilling into me, preventing me from taking the pill.

I wasn’t scared. My own gaze was even colder than his, though my face was a mask of amusement.

“You want a child that badly? Fine. I’ll start looking for a lover tonight. When I get pregnant, I’ll give birth, and you can be a proud stepfather. But you have to promise to treat the child as your own. No playing favorites just because it isn’t yours.”

He crushed the pill in my hand, grinding it into powder.

“We are not compatible. I have morals, unlike you, who is constantly trying to cheat. You have a husband but keep another man in your heart. You have another man in your heart and still want to sleep with strangers. What are you, a spider? So eager to climb into other beds?”

I was speechless.

He had morals? What kind of joke was that?

I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes. “If you know what kind of person I am, why are you still keeping me around, forcing me? What does that make you? A clear-headed idiot?”

A chillingly self-deprecating sound escaped his lips. “Maybe.”

Maybe? He was actually admitting it?

I stared at him, dumbfounded, before shaking off his hand in annoyance. Whether he was an idiot or not had nothing to do with me.

“I don’t want to waste any more time with you. A divorce requires two people, but getting rid of a child only requires one. Stop dreaming. You can stop me now, but you can’t stop me on an operating table later. I will never have your child.”

“You’ve completely killed my appetite. I don’t even have the desire to sleep with you a second time.”

That son of a bitch. He had devoured me last night with an enthusiasm that looked anything but disgusted.

But still, a person can’t choose their pride over a divorce, right?

This was the perfect opportunity to get rid of this scumbag!

I never thought life could take such a dramatic turn. Just last night, I felt like it was the end of the world.

My emotions were on a roller coaster, and now they had reached a euphoric peak. Looking at his cold, stern face, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Steven, you said it yourself.”

“Right now. Let’s go to the registry office and get this done. Even if we die today, we’re dying on our way to get a divorce—”