The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 133

**Chasing Light, Finding Peace by Rohan Verma**
**Chapter 133**

If Autumn Lopez had even the slightest inkling of that conversation, a bitter laugh would have escaped her lips, reverberating with disbelief and scorn.

At this juncture, trusting a single utterance from Mars Wright was an exercise in futility.

He was nothing less than a serial betrayer—an arrogant soul, riddled with flaws, a man whose essence felt tainted. Autumn had made a solemn vow to herself: she would never again entrap herself in that sordid web of deceit.

Yet, there stood Hannah King, blissfully ignorant of the intricate tapestry of pain woven between Autumn and Mars. The sight of Mars, muttering to himself, lost in his own labyrinth of thoughts, tugged at Hannah’s heartstrings in a way she couldn’t comprehend.

In her eyes, Autumn was a fool for not recognizing the gem of a man she had in her grasp, carelessly letting slip away someone as wonderful as Mars while she remained ensnared in her own emotional turmoil.

“Autumn, this isn’t on me. You’re the one who failed to appreciate him,” Hannah insisted, her tone laced with exasperation.

With unwavering determination, she pressed her lips against Mars’s, a bold proclamation of her feelings that left no room for doubt.

“Mars, look at me. I’m the one who truly loves you… I want to be with you, not her.”

In his hazy, inebriated state, Mars was oblivious to the identity of the woman beneath him; all he could sense was that “Autumn” radiated an unusual fervor tonight.

A rush of exhilaration surged through him, blurring the lines of reality as he convinced himself that “Autumn” had forgiven him. An intoxicating wave of vitality washed over him, igniting a reckless abandon.

Whether it was the alcohol coursing through his veins or the electric energy of the moment, Mars felt alive, as if he were soaring through the clouds.

He pulled “Autumn” through the house, their bodies colliding with reckless abandon, lost in a whirlwind of desire that spiraled into a dizzying crescendo until they finally collapsed onto the bed.

Cradling her in his arms, he murmured, his voice thick with fatigue, “Autumn, you were incredible tonight.”

If Autumn had ever unleashed such unbridled passion before, he certainly wouldn’t have sought comfort in another’s embrace.

But he buried that thought deep within his conscience; it was merely a flimsy justification for his own betrayal.

He swore to himself it wouldn’t happen again.

Tightening his grip on the soft, yielding body beside him, he resolved to turn over a new leaf. From this moment onward, he would do everything within his power to ensure Autumn’s happiness…

“Autumn, come back home.”

“Let’s return to how we used to be, alright?”

Yet the figure nestled in his arms remained silent. Mars blinked, his mind gradually clearing as the vigorous exertion had burned away much of the alcohol’s haze.

As his vision sharpened, he was met with the sight of a beautiful but unfamiliar body curled against him, sending a jolt of realization through his system. The world spun around him, as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning, leaving him utterly disoriented.

“Mars?”

His silence stretched on, and Hannah, sensing the weight of his bewilderment, turned her head, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. His earlier words had cut her deeply.

She longed to agree, to say yes, but she was not Autumn Lopez.

Frustration and anger simmered within her, her resentment toward Autumn intensifying.

As she contemplated her next move, she noticed a shift in Mars’s demeanor.

Their eyes locked, and the shock reflected in his widened gaze sent a flicker of panic across Hannah’s face. “Mars, you—”

“Hannah?”

Recognition dawned on him like a sudden flash of insight.

How could he ever forget the girl who had pursued him with such relentless fervor?

There had been a thrill in being chased, yet back then, he had been too consumed with charming Autumn into helping him, compelling him to give Hannah the cold shoulder.

Still, those memories lingered, vivid and unforgettable.

Later, when Lydia Lopez re-entered his life, the vibrant recollections of his college days faded into the background.

Who would have imagined that, after all these years, the girl who had chased him so fervently would find herself in his bed?

“How did you get into my house?”

“Was that you this entire time?”

“How did you…”

Mars stumbled over his words, a chaotic jumble spilling from his lips.

Pushing Hannah away, he scrambled out of bed, desperately searching for his clothes, panic and confusion swirling in his eyes.

Seeing him in such turmoil shattered Hannah’s heart. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, refusing to let go.

“Don’t leave!”

“We were so good together! Why can’t you just see me?”

“What does Autumn Lopez have that I don’t?”

The name “Autumn Lopez” felt like a brand seared into his skin.

He had already crossed the line with Lydia. Now he had been with another woman!

The thought of how to explain Lydia to Autumn loomed over him like a dark cloud. If Autumn discovered there was a Hannah too, forgiveness would be a distant dream!

In truth, he hadn’t anticipated how hollow the house would feel after Autumn’s departure. Now, reflecting on it, he regretted it deeply.

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