I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 533

I changed overnight because I was reborn.

Steven changed overnight…

My hand, hanging at my side, clenched into a fist. My face turned a ghastly white.

So, Steven had been reborn, too. The Steven from my past life—the one I loved, the one I hated, the one who tried time and again to force me to divorce him—he was really back.

But if he was back, why wasn’t he divorcing me? Wasn’t tormenting me in our past life enough for him?

Or had he forgotten? Forgotten how he’d forced me to divorce him, forgotten the words he’d said to me?

Back then, I had just lost our child and was also burdened by the guilt of Horace’s death. I was drowning in depression and despair, but I knew how much Steven had wanted that child, how much he’d been looking forward to its birth.

I hugged him, trying to comfort him through my own pain.

“Steven, we can have another child.”

He pushed my hands away and looked at me with ice in his eyes.

“There won’t be another child, Zephyra. Let’s get a divorce.”

My face went pale, as if I’d been struck by lightning. “What did you say?”

Steven handed me the divorce papers. He was offering me ten million, and one percent of Aether Studio’s shares. That one percent alone would yield over ten million a year in dividends. I would never have to worry about my future.

It was a very generous offer.

And it was more than enough to prove how serious he was about the divorce.

My heart felt like it was being shredded. I begged him, my eyes filled with tears, “Steven, please don’t divorce me. I can’t live without you. You’re all I have left. If I lose you, I won’t be able to go on, Steven…”

I did as he wished and slit my wrists. I was partially suicidal, but mostly, I was trying to make him stay. It was laughable how much I’d overestimated my own worth. Steven didn’t care if I lived or died.

So why? Why was the Steven who would rather see me die than stay married to me in our past life now clinging to me after being reborn? What right did he have?

What right did he have to push me like this?

Just then, Steven came downstairs. He had changed his clothes, and his hair was damp, clearly having just showered. The scratches on his arm were hidden by his long sleeves, and he looked impeccable once again.

His handsome face was impassive as he walked toward us. I stared at him, my expression blank, but my heart was filled with a burning hatred. Scenes from the past flashed through my mind, each one like a blade stabbing into me.

Steven stopped in front of me and frowned slightly. “You have something to say to me?”

Oh, I did. I was done running. I was going to make Steven suffer just as I did in my past life!

I was going to make him regret this for the rest of his life—