Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO novel Chapter 226

**When the Stars Forgot to Return My Wishes**
**Chapter 226**

After departing from the tense atmosphere, Autumn’s phone buzzed with a new friend request. The name that flashed on the screen sent a ripple of apprehension through her: Charles Penn, Selena’s uncle.

Her heart raced, and her fingers quivered ever so slightly as she grasped the device. The weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air around her, and she hesitated, her mind racing with possibilities. Finally, she mustered the courage to type a message: “Mr. Charles, good evening. I’m George Fang’s niece.”

Barely a heartbeat later, a voice reply pinged back, crisp and authoritative: “I know. Selena already informed me about you. Please send me all the evidence you’ve gathered so far—just snap some photos and forward them to me.”

Autumn felt a jolt of anxiety shoot through her. Her hands trembled as she hurriedly dispatched the images she had meticulously prepared. Each photo encapsulated fragments of her uncle’s past, a past she desperately wanted to unravel.

Moments later, his response arrived, terse yet definitive: “Received.”

A wave of unease washed over her, tightening her chest. What conclusions would Charles draw from the evidence? The very act of sending those photos deepened her uncertainty, leaving her with an unsettling feeling that clung to her like a shadow.

When dinner time approached, Autumn found herself lost in a fog of distraction, her mind wandering far from the present.

Ethan, ever attentive, placed a piece of braised eggplant delicately on her plate, his brow furrowing with concern. “Are you still upset about what happened earlier?” he asked gently.

Snapping back to reality, Autumn shook her head, her voice steady yet laden with worry. “No, it’s not that. I’m just really anxious about my uncle’s case.”

“Your uncle? Wasn’t he already…”

The words “passed away” hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. Autumn’s throat tightened, and after a moment of internal struggle, she chose silence instead of uttering the painful truth.

Her gaze dimmed momentarily, but she forced a smile through the haze of her emotions. “I encountered the person who destroyed my uncle’s life a decade ago—Jasmine Far, the same woman who went to Vanguard with Luna.”

“I’ve collected some evidence and sent it to my uncle’s former superior, but I can’t shake the feeling that pursuing the case will be an uphill battle,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “After all, it’s been ten years. Tracing it now won’t be easy.”

That thought gnawed at her—the fear that time had slipped away, leaving her with a cold trail to follow.

Yet, no matter how arduous the journey, no matter how long it took, she was resolute in her determination to ensure Jasmine and her family faced the consequences of their actions.

Ethan nodded, his expression one of understanding. “Autumn, if you ever need assistance, don’t hesitate to ask. You know my cousin is a lawyer.”

So, who stood on the other side of the door?

Intrigued yet cautious, she slipped on her slippers and padded over to the door, opening it to reveal Simon standing there, his presence unexpected and unwelcome.

For a brief moment, Autumn froze, her heart racing as she instinctively tried to close the door.

But Simon was quicker, his hand shooting out to block her from shutting him out.

With a swift sidestep, he pushed his way into the room, invading her space with an air of urgency. “We need to talk,” he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Autumn was left speechless, her mind racing.

Was this his version of a conversation? Like a bandit barging in uninvited? Forcing a dialogue on her, regardless of her wishes—it was utterly absurd.

With a frustrated huff, she closed the door behind him, her annoyance bubbling to the surface. “What do you want to talk about? If I recall correctly, there’s nothing left between us worth discussing.”