I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 471

I could tell Steven was incredibly furious; otherwise, he wouldn't speak to anyone, let alone lose his composure like that.

The onlookers were a bit intimidated. Some people just have an imposing aura that makes them seem dangerous. While they hesitated, I bit down hard on Steven's hand. He grunted in pain. "Zephyra."

I pretended not to hear him, seized the opportunity to push him away, grabbed my bag and phone, and ran.

I didn't have time to look back and see the furious expression on his face. I just bolted out of the hospital, hailed a cab, and left.

Leaning back in the car, I focused on steadying my breathing, finally feeling like I could catch my breath.

I couldn't help but replay Steven's frenzied behavior at the hospital. For a moment, it was... terrifyingly similar to the Steven from my past life.

He had been just as unhinged in my past life after I lost our child.

Doubt gnawed at me, and I bit my lip, pondering.

The more I saw of Steven, the more something felt off. Was he reborn?

But if he were, setting everything else aside, how could he say I didn't care about the child? He knew exactly how the baby was lost in our past life. Then again... his attitude was eerily similar to back then.

If the Steven from my past life had cared whether I lived or died, if he had truly grieved with me over our child, he wouldn't have divorced me only to turn around and marry Verna.

I scoffed, pushing aside any deep thoughts about Steven's strange behavior. Opening my phone, my heart was instantly thrown into turmoil.

The dirt on Horace today was even worse. Yesterday it was workplace bullying; today it was school bullying and fighting, with someone posting photos as concrete proof.

Yesterday, one or two people were still defending him. Today, he was completely buried. There wasn't a single positive comment to be found. The entire internet was flooded with his "scandals," and the tabloid accounts were having a field day tearing him to shreds.

It had been going on all day.

The leaks had started right around the time my competition began this morning.

Steven!

I'd thought that when he came to see me today, acting so afraid of hurting me, he might have eased up his attacks on Horace. I never imagined he would double down!

How far was he going to take this before he stopped?

"But you can see the storm is only getting worse. It's a real headache. If you really want to do something for him, you need to find the classmates who are accusing him. Talk to them one by one, convince them to change their story. Or find witnesses from back then, get some video evidence or something to clear his name. That might work."

"But don't say I didn't warn you. This is how it is in the entertainment industry. When someone's down, everyone kicks them. Today it's school bullying and fighting; tomorrow it could be something else. You can't help him. Horace... he's crossed someone powerful."

Horace had crossed someone.

Clutching my phone, the anger inside me surged.

I refused to give up. After hanging up, I racked my brain for the names of my high school classmates and started calling them one by one, asking them to help testify for Horace.

I remembered Horace and I being quite popular in school. Especially Horace—he was handsome, well-liked by the girls, and always willing to help. Surely if I called enough people, someone would be willing to help.

But every single person I could contact from our three years of high school either hung up immediately after hearing my name or my reason for calling, or they just made excuses.

Even when I offered them money, they wouldn't give me the time of day.

One classmate clearly hesitated, so I pressed him for a reason. He said, "Zephyra, I know you and Horace are a couple now, and you want to help him. But we also know who your ex-husband is. Some things don't need to be said out loud. We have a pretty good idea why he's going down."