I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 595

I stared into his eyes and laughed, an incredulous, bitter sound.

What could he possibly know?

“Do you even know what you’re saying…”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” Steven’s face was stone-cold, his tall frame completely overshadowing me, his gaze incredibly complex. “And I know what you want to know. Verna… she and I have a kind of special bond. I wasn't with her because of love. I wanted to use her to save you. But… it didn't work.”

He paused, his throat working as he swallowed. His voice was hoarse. “Do you not believe that I love you? Or do you believe me, but you still hate me for abandoning you in our last life?”

I frowned, staring into his eyes, no longer able to laugh.

Though his words were hard to believe, his eyes told me he was speaking the truth.

But I couldn’t understand. To save me, why would he hurt me, let alone marry Verna? Could Verna cure me? She was a gastroenterologist, which matched my stomach cancer, but surely there were far better doctors. Was marrying my physician his idea of saving me?

Besides, I didn’t have cancer when he first wanted a divorce. Could he have predicted I was going to die? If you’re going to cheat, you have to have the courage to own it.

“Believing you and hating you aren’t mutually exclusive, Steven. Whether you loved me in the past life or not, you were the one who gave me the cold shoulder, who spoke cruelly to me. You were the one who abandoned me when I was at my lowest, who pushed me to the brink. You admit to all of that, don’t you?”

His face was tense, but he remained silent.

I scoffed. “I hate anyone who hurts me, whether they do it in the name of love or not. So you don’t need to bother explaining your past actions. I’m not interested.”

“In any case, we’re even now. Let’s forget the past. You go your way, I’ll go mine. Let’s just let each other go.”

Steven was silent for more than ten seconds, his handsome face grim. He grabbed my chin, and flames ignited in his eyes.

“If you want to count it that way, then my debt to you is paid. But what about what you owe me?”

“What about my child? Don’t you think you owe me that?”

“I don’t know.”

“…”

Before closing the car door, I heard his voice, grim and seething with suppressed rage.

“Zephyra, I’m obsessed with our past. With you dying to save me, making me remember you, telling me I wasn't allowed to forget, not allowed to love anyone else. If I had known you would stop loving me, I never would have agreed.”

“A moment ago, I genuinely wanted to break your legs, to lock you up. I wanted you to see no one but me, to whisper sweet nothings to me every day, to tell me you love me every day. And if you couldn't say it, we would do it. Do it until you got pregnant, until you truly fell in love with me again.”

“But now, I can't bring myself to do it. No amount of anger can make me watch you suffer. So this is the last time I’m forgiving you. If you pull any more stunts— we’re done.”

“Don’t expect me to be a good person. Once we’re done, even I don’t know what I might do. You’d better think carefully. My revenge… you won't be able to handle it.”

He shut the car door. I looked up at Steven standing beside the car. His face was a placid mask, but his voice had betrayed the madness churning just beneath the surface.