The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 107

**Chasing Light, Finding Peace – by Rohan Verma**
**Chapter 107**

On the other end of the line, Mars Wright was insufferably arrogant, his demeanor dripping with entitlement. It was evident that he had been thoroughly spoiled by Lydia Lopez in recent days, and now he was flaunting his newfound arrogance like a badge of honor.

“I gave it to Lydia. Besides, your dress for that night is ruined anyway. If you can’t go, then don’t go. Just be a good girl and wait for me at home,” he said, his tone dismissive.

Autumn Lopez felt a surge of frustration bubbling within her, nearly causing her to unleash a string of curse words.

Fortunately, the values instilled in her from a young age held her tongue, preventing her from descending into a verbal battlefield.

“Give my invitation back,” she demanded, her voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of anger.

It wasn’t that Autumn was desperately clinging to this single invitation; rather, it was the audacity of Mars and Lydia that irked her. They had taken it without even asking, a blatant act of theft.

No, she had resolved that she would never allow those two to take advantage of her again. There was absolutely no way she was letting them have the invitation that Owen Bennett had graciously given her.

“If you don’t have an invitation, you need to figure it out yourselves or simply not go. You don’t steal mine,” she asserted, her tone firm.

Mars’s face flushed with indignation as her words struck a nerve.

“Damn, Autumn, why do you have to make it sound so nasty?” he retorted, irritation evident in his voice.

“What do you mean, ‘steal’? We’re married. What’s yours is mine. You’re being way too harsh, don’t you think?” he countered, attempting to twist the situation in his favor.

Autumn could hardly believe her ears. The audacity! She dropped all semblance of politeness. “So being married means you can just take things that aren’t yours?”

“Did you not have an invitation? Why did you have to take mine? Who did you give it to?” Mars shot back, momentarily at a loss for words.

In the past, he would have boasted about giving it to Lydia without a second thought. But given the recent tensions between Autumn and Lydia, he opted for a lie to dodge the conflict.

“I lost mine, so I just grabbed yours,” he muttered, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“C’mon, it’s just one invitation. Do you really have to blow this so out of proportion?” he added, trying to downplay the situation.

“Autumn, when did you get so petty?” he asked, his tone incredulous.

She almost laughed at his pathetic attempt to shift the blame. It was him who had stolen her invitation, and now he was trying to paint her as the unreasonable one?

Mars had to be the most shameless man Autumn had ever encountered. There was no contest.

“I’ll say it one last time. Give me back my invitation,” she insisted, her patience evaporating rapidly. Each interaction with Mars felt like a drain on her spirit, a complete waste of her precious time.

What a total scumbag. She felt a wave of relief knowing that their divorce waiting period was less than a week from concluding.

Otherwise, she feared that this man might actually push her to the brink of a stress-induced heart attack one of these days.

“Can you just stop making a scene?” Mars exclaimed, his pride clearly stung by her persistence.

He couldn’t comprehend how Autumn had transformed from someone who always prioritized him to a woman who now stood her ground, unwavering and resolute.

It was just one invitation. Was it truly worth this level of conflict?

“I’m making a scene? Mars, you better explain yourself. Who’s the one really making a scene here?” she challenged, her voice rising.

“Or would you rather I have someone investigate how my invitation just ‘disappeared’?” she added, her tone laced with sarcasm.

A vein throbbed on Mars’s forehead, his irritation palpable.

He was already on edge, grappling with the financial mess Lydia had created by draining his bank accounts.

Now, with Autumn adding fuel to the fire, he felt his frustration boiling over. “Autumn, that’s enough!” he snapped.

“Are you going to call the cops again? Can you just be mature for once and stop fighting me on everything? What good do you think comes from opposing me?” he shot back, his voice rising in exasperation.

“We’re a married couple; we’re supposed to be a team. And you’re going to cause all this drama over a single invitation? Are you going to die if you don’t go to the auction?”

Truth be told, Mars didn’t care whether Autumn attended or not. It wasn’t the first time all three of them had shown up at the same event.

In fact, if Autumn came, she might even end up footing some of the bills.

But the reality was that Lydia had drained him dry. He was left with not a single penny in his account.

Had it not been for Lydia’s incessant whining about wanting to go, he would have completely skipped the auction.

Just when he thought he had calmed Lydia down, Autumn started stirring up trouble. It was giving him a monumental headache.

He was so accustomed to making Autumn bend to his will that he lashed out at her without a second thought.

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