Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO novel Chapter 227

**When the Stars Forgot to Return My Wishes**
**Chapter 227**

Autumn had always harbored a deep-seated disdain for uninvited guests, but her aversion reached new heights when it came to the Lewis family. It was as if they thrived on her discomfort, appearing at the most inconvenient times, like a persistent shadow that refused to fade.

In the past, whenever she had sought them out, they were elusive, slipping through her fingers like sand. Yet now, when she wished for nothing more than solitude, they materialized at her doorstep, as if summoned by some cruel twist of fate. The audacity of people never ceased to amaze her.

Simon plopped down onto the worn-out sofa, stretching his long legs with an air of casual indifference, crossing them as if he owned the place. He lifted his gaze and regarded Autumn with a chilling coolness that made her skin crawl. “I heard you’re drowning in debt,” he remarked, his voice dripping with condescension. “That’s why you’ve decided to become Ethan’s mistress.”

His words struck her like a slap, and she felt her heart race with indignation. “Autumn, you’d rather sell your body than come home and bow your head to us?” he continued, the disdain in his tone unmistakable.

He honestly hadn’t anticipated that she would sink so low. A simple apology, a gesture of humility back home, could have mended the rift, yet here she was, choosing the most humiliating path imaginable. It baffled him. No matter her flaws, she was still their sister—blood tied them together. If they had truly understood her plight, they would never have stood idly by.

Autumn’s delicate features hardened, her expression turning to ice. “Mr. Lewis, mind your words. If you continue like this, I will sue you for slander,” she shot back, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.

Here he was again, wielding his words like weapons, as though she had no choice but to cower before him. What was the difference between him and a common thug?

Simon’s eyes darkened, his glare piercing through the tension-filled air. “Autumn, I’m your brother! How dare you speak to me in such a manner? Where’s your sense of upbringing?” His voice rose, filled with a mix of frustration and disbelief.

He had come with the intention of offering help, but her defiance only fueled his resentment. She had brought this upon herself, and now she could live with the consequences of her choices.

“I distinctly remember how you bent over backward for the mistress’s daughter. Funny how your attitude wasn’t like this with her. What’s this? A double standard? Am I not allowed to have an opinion? Don’t you find that utterly laughable?”

Her mind drifted back to three years ago, at her mother’s funeral. The memory was like a knife twisting in her heart. Simon had spoken to her with the same coldness then, as if her grief were an inconvenience.

Her mother’s sudden death had left her reeling, an emotional wreck, yet her brothers had treated her with a chilling cruelty that felt like a betrayal. In that moment of despair, she had wished for nothing more than to disappear. With brothers like these, she might as well have been alone.

Fury coursed through Simon as he glared down at her, his veins bulging with anger. “Autumn, what do you have that can even compare to Luna? I was only concerned you might lose your way, which is why I thought of helping you.”

“Had I known you’d be so ungrateful, I never would have wasted my time coming here.” His voice was laced with bitterness, a reflection of the deep-seated frustration that had been building between them.