I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 321

I knew he’d been acting like he’d had a personality transplant all day, tripping over himself to explain things to me. So that was it—he thought I was angry about Verna and had blocked him because of her.

He was seriously overthinking things. I blocked him simply because I wanted to block him. It had nothing to do with anyone else.

Besides, everything he’d said—that he’d promised to take care of Verna, that he wouldn’t marry her—was utter bullshit.

They got together in my past life. He tormented me for Verna’s sake, and my memory of it was crystal clear.

I set the jewelry I’d selected on the counter to pay, then sent a quick message to Linda, asking her to come pick it up.

Only then did I turn to face the man standing before me. He was tall and lean, his handsome, refined features now cold and grim. My gaze was pure provocation.

“Is it a crime to block your ex-husband after a divorce? I’m not unblocking you. What are you going to do about it? Hit me? You lay one finger on me. I dare you.”

Steven narrowed his dark eyes, staring at me without a word.

I curled my lips into a cold smile. “Listen to me. You’re the man I threw away. Stop bothering me.”

With that, I deliberately bumped his shoulder and strode past him, grabbing my suitcase from the reception desk and walking out.

I knew Steven wouldn't hit me. That was his one redeeming quality; even at his most furious, he wouldn’t resort to violence. The most I’d ever seen him lose control was in our past life when I lost our child. He’d smashed everything in his study and spat a few hateful words at me, but that was it.

Now that we were divorced, he had no husbandly rights or responsibilities. He had no leverage over me and no way to control me.

I dragged my suitcase out of the grand appraisal hall. It was still early, and the hall was packed, with only a few people leaving.

Suddenly, I caught movement in my peripheral vision and saw Steven keeping pace with me.

My anger flared. “Steven, what the hell do you want?” I snapped, glaring at him. “Why are you following me like a damn shadow?”

Would he ever give up? When I loved him, when I needed him, he was never there. Now that I didn’t want him, he was stuck to me like glue.

His expression was icy, a smirk playing on his lips. “There’s only one exit. You can use it, but I can’t? Did you rent out the hallway?”

His handsome face darkened, his voice dropping to a dangerously low pitch, a clear sign of impending rage. “Zephyra, do I need to remind you that we’ve been divorced for less than three days? Your rebound game is ridiculously fast.”

Why was he always criticizing me? It was absurd.

Wasn’t his own rebound even faster?

“Who made you the king of everything?” I shot back, annoyed. “Why are you so nosy? Forget a proposal—what business is it of yours if I get married again?”

I quickened my pace, but it seemed a wire in Steven’s brain finally snapped. He grabbed my hand, yanking me violently toward him.

I stumbled, struggling to keep my balance with the suitcase. His grip on my wrist was excruciatingly tight. “Steven, are you insane?” I yelled.

His handsome, refined face was a mask of pure malice as he seized my chin.

“You’re the one who’s insane,” he snarled. “Have you forgotten that you were just in my bed? The marks I left on your body are probably still there. How dare you talk about marrying Horace? Where’s your shame, Zephyra? Huh?”