Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO novel Chapter 220

**Chapter 220**

Autumn lifted her chin defiantly, her gaze unwavering as it locked onto Simon’s piercing eyes. “As expected, filthy eyes see nothing but filth,” she retorted, her voice steady, laced with a mixture of anger and resolve.

It felt as though she was trapped in a twisted game, where no matter which room she chose to occupy, it was always the wrong one. If she dared to stay on the opposite side of the house, whispers would follow her like shadows, accusing her of deliberately trailing Jullan, as if she were some lovesick fool trying to inch closer to him. The insinuations were practically a breath away from outright claiming she was “climbing into his bed,” a phrase that made her stomach churn.

The reality was far simpler; she had felt an unsettling discomfort in her previous room, which prompted her to switch places with Ethan. Yet, here she was now, facing the wrath of her two dimwitted brothers, who had twisted her innocent act into something sinister, accusing her of crawling into Ethan’s bed instead.

It dawned on her with a bitter clarity—no matter where her feet took her, they would always find a way to cast her in a negative light. It was absurd, really. She hadn’t done anything wrong, yet their determination to paint her with their accusations felt almost comical.

“Autumn!” Hector spat, his teeth grinding together, his voice sharp enough to cut. “There’s a limit to your antics. Now you’re even playing games with your own reputation. You really have no shame.”

Before Hector could finish his tirade, the air was filled with the sound of a sharp slap as Autumn’s hand met his cheek with a resounding crack. Her eyes were frosty, devoid of warmth as she glared at him. “Hector, has your mouth been soaking in a latrine? It stinks so bad, and yet you dare to spew filth at others.”

“Tsk, tsk. You two seem to enjoy spitting filth. Maybe wash your mouths out. What a curse you are,” she added, her tone dripping with disdain.

With their eyes clouded by prejudice, it became evident that no matter what she did, they would always find fault. So why even bother trying to explain herself? Even if she poured her heart out, they would never believe her. What was the point of trying to reason with those who had already made up their minds?

He had put up with her antics for far too long. She had roamed freely outside, returning home cold and indifferent, as if she had forgotten her place entirely. The sight of her icy demeanor only stoked the flames of his anger. The patience he had once prided himself on shattered in an instant, leaving only raw fury in its wake.

Autumn’s back collided with the unforgiving wall, pain radiating through her as she gasped sharply. It hurt, the shock reverberating through her body.

Just as Simon’s hand was poised to strike down upon her, a voice sliced through the tension like a knife. “Mr. Lewis, what exactly do you think you’re doing?” Ethan’s voice was cold as steel, cutting through the chaos. “A man raising his hand against a woman—is that how a gentleman behaves? More than that, she’s your sister. Instead of protecting her, you would strike her? Is this how you treat family?”

The room fell silent, the weight of Ethan’s words hanging heavily in the air, challenging the very foundation of their family dynamics.