Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO novel Chapter 225

**When the Stars Forgot to Return My Wishes**
**Chapter 225**

Hector’s gaze fell upon Autumn, and a shadow swept across his face. He chose silence, sliding into the seat next to Simon, his body tense with unspoken thoughts.

Simon, ever the observer, fixed his penetrating gaze on Julian, a flicker of concern mingling with curiosity in his eyes. “Julian,” he began, his tone sharp and probing, “have you ever been married?”

He was acutely aware of Autumn’s fiery temper, a force of nature that could ignite at the slightest provocation. Yet, there was a weight to her accusations against Luna—she wouldn’t hurl such a serious claim without cause. This wasn’t merely a fleeting thought; it was a refrain she had sung before, and that repetition gnawed at Simon’s instincts.

The notion that Julian might be harboring secrets began to take root in his mind.

As Julian ladled soup into a bowl, his hand hesitated mid-motion, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he resumed his task as if nothing had transpired. The air thickened with unspoken tension, and just as Julian opened his mouth, Hector interjected, his voice rising with indignation.

“Brother, what sort of inquiry is that? You can’t possibly be swayed by Autumn’s nonsense, can you?” Hector’s eyes narrowed, his disbelief palpable. “I think she simply can’t stand it when Luna shines brighter than she does. It’s like she’s determined to sabotage them at every turn.”

He leaned forward, his voice dropping conspiratorially. “Remember the banquet? She wore that identical gown just to draw Julian’s attention away from Luna. It was a calculated move.”

Despite his growing doubts, Hector clung to the belief that Luna was innocent in this tangled web of emotions. Just two days prior, that lunatic had made a spectacle of them in front of Keith, and now she had the audacity to confront them again. It was infuriating.

While the bruises might fade, the sting of humiliation lingered, a constant reminder that pulsed with every slight movement.

Simon shot Hector a sidelong glance, a warning that silenced him instantly.

Turning his attention back to Julian, Simon pressed further, his voice steady yet probing. “You and Autumn had a history, didn’t you? Something went awry between you two?”

It was a theory that fit snugly into the puzzle they were trying to solve.

For someone like Autumn, an average wage earner, it was an astronomical figure that could very well spell disaster. Simon mused that if she couldn’t repay that debt, she might find herself crawling back to them for assistance.

Yet, even in this moment of contemplation, he noticed that Autumn showed no signs of humility, no hint of remorse.

Had she sought loans elsewhere? Was that the reason she had stooped so low, clinging to Ethan and trailing him to Vanguard, settling into the role of his mistress?

The image of her emerging from Ethan’s room earlier loomed large in Simon’s mind, prompting him to consider a serious conversation with her.

For the Lewis family, one million was a drop in the ocean—if she humbled herself and offered an apology, they would likely extend a hand rather than hold a grudge.

Hector, unable to contain his disdain, scoffed. “So, Autumn was at fault first? How utterly shameless of her to twist the narrative and lay the blame at your feet instead.”