The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 196

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

**Chapter 196**

Owen’s demeanor shifted, his usual intensity softening as concern etched itself across his face.

“I had a feeling you were going to unveil that ‘surprise’ today,” he admitted, his voice low and earnest. “I was genuinely worried that they might resort to desperate measures, possibly putting you or the baby in danger. That’s why I decided to cancel my meeting and rush over here.”

Autumn had entertained a myriad of thoughts upon seeing Owen, but the notion that he had come solely to ensure her safety and that of their unborn child had never crossed her mind.

“Oh, so that explains it,” she replied, a hint of surprise coloring her tone. “I thought you were just passing through the neighborhood…”

Owen’s brow knitted together in concern as he stepped closer, blocking her path. “Haven’t I made my intentions clear enough?”

“Huh?” Autumn blinked, tilting her head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

What exactly was supposed to be clear?

Had she overlooked something significant?

Owen locked eyes with Autumn, and for a moment, the words he had been prepared to say vanished, caught in his throat.

If someone had claimed that a woman, who had been married and was on the brink of motherhood, could still possess the innocent, untainted gaze of a college girl, Owen would have dismissed it outright.

Yet, that was precisely who Autumn was.

The more he spent time with her, the more he recognized how uniquely different she was from everyone else he had known.

It was no wonder that Mars Wright’s life had seen such a remarkable transformation after marrying her.

With a steadfast partner like Autumn by his side—someone so determined that once she set her mind to a goal, no obstacle could deter her—even a man like Mars could have been propelled toward extraordinary success.

In essence, a person like Autumn was inherently destined for greatness.

And none of that success had anything to do with Mars.

In fact, it was Mars who had been a hindrance to her potential.

From the moment he had begun to comprehend the world around him, Owen had navigated life with meticulous care.

He had never indulged in the luxury of hypothetical scenarios.

But since meeting Autumn, he often found himself pondering: what if he had been the one to cross paths with her first all those years ago?

He imagined that Autumn would remain unchanged, but he would undoubtedly have evolved into a better version of himself.

There was a certain enchantment about her, a force that not only altered circumstances but also had a profound impact on those fortunate enough to be in her orbit.

Had he been blessed with someone like her back then, perhaps his long bouts of loneliness would have been mitigated.

Yet, fate, with all its winding paths, had ultimately led them to each other.

“It’s nothing,” he finally said, shaking off the weight of his thoughts.

Rather than feeling disheartened, a wave of exhilaration washed over him.

Today marked a new beginning; Autumn was now truly a free woman.

She had firmly severed ties with that despicable ex-husband of hers, Mars.

**Chapter 100**

And now, Owen found himself with a legitimate reason to be a part of her life.

“You were gone for quite a while. Are you feeling alright? Do you need something to eat?” he asked, deliberately steering the conversation in a different direction.

Autumn tilted her head slightly, sensing a subtle shift in his demeanor. She could tell he had been on the verge of sharing something significant but had chosen to hold back.

Not wanting to push too hard, she decided to feign ignorance. They were not yet close enough for her to pry into his thoughts, and she didn’t want to make a poor impression over something trivial.

“I could eat something,” she admitted, her stomach rumbling softly in agreement.

“Is there anything in the kitchen?” Owen called out to Mrs. Turner, seeking assistance.

“Only soup, ma’am. Would you like some?” Mrs. Turner replied, her voice warm and accommodating.

Autumn scrunched her nose in discontent. “I’m not really in the mood for soup.”

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