The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 315

The officer’s face remained impassive as he listened to Mars Wright’s question. “That will depend on the final injury report,” he stated flatly.

“You can contact your lawyer now. Say whatever you have to say to them.”

Mars nodded quickly, instinctively reaching for his phone, only to realize all his electronics had been confiscated when he was brought in.

“…”

This was nothing new to the officer. “We already tried to contact them for you, but everyone on your

company’s legal team quit. There’s no one left to see you.”

“You have two options now.”

Mars felt a lump form in his throat, and his eyes started to burn.

“What options?”

“Contact your friends or family to find you a lawyer. You need to do this as soon as possible.”

“Or you can opt for legal aid.”

Even though Mars never managed his company’s affairs, he had some basic common sense.

A public defender wouldn’t fight for him with any real conviction.

After all, it was just a job for them, a basic duty.

If the case was winnable, they’d try. If not, they wouldn’t bother putting up a fight.

That wasn’t the outcome Mars wanted.

He was consumed by regret now. He didn’t want to go to prison… at least… not for too long.

He couldn’t even imagine how he’d fall apart if he had to spend the rest of his life behind bars.

“Can… can I call someone?”

At this critical moment, a single person came to mind.”

He knew this was his last lifeline.

If this person wouldn’t help him, he was truly done for.

“Can I call her right now?”

“You can.”

Chapter 313

Phone in hand, Mars’s fingers trembled as he dialed Autumn Lopez’s number.

Honestly, he knew it was utterly shameless of him to call Autumn now.

But he was out of options.

If Autumn refused to help him, he might as well be dead.

Besides, he reasoned, even if she hated him now, they still had years of history together.

She couldn’t possibly just stand by and watch her ex–husband go to prison, could she?

Autumn was definitely not that cruel a person.

She was incredibly kind; otherwise, she never would have agreed to be with him in the first place.

The more he thought about it, the more determined he felt to contact her.

But his hands only trembled more violently.

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Clearly, his body knew better than his mind that he was just lying to himself.

*Autumn, pick up… Please, just pick up the phone…*

*I swear I’ll repent. I’ll apologize properly, I’ll do anything, just please pick up and save me…*

Mars chanted the words over and over in his head.

As the phone rang–beep, beep, beep–his heart yo–yoed with anxiety.

Just as he was about to sink into despair, the call was answered.

In that instant, Mars felt like he had been reborn.

“Autumn, I-”

He started talking immediately, desperate to beg Autumn to save him.

But the voice that came from the other end of the line plunged him into utter hopelessness.

“Hello, this is Owen Bennett.”

Owen Bennett?

How could it be Owen Bennett!

The emotional whiplash was too much. Mars felt a sharp cramp in his stomach, so painful that he couldn’t help but double over, curling into a ball like a shrimp.

“Hello? Who is this, please?”

Owen genuinely didn’t recognize the voice on the other end.

Mars hadn’t had a single drop of water since his arrest, and his voice was as raspy as a chain–smoker’s. Worried it might be an important call for Autumn, Owen asked politely.

“Mr. Bennett, I… It’s Mars Wright.”

A flush of shame crossed Mars’s face.

He had once tried to suck up to this man.

Then, when he learned Owen had stolen Autumn from him, he had hated this man with a burning passion.

Even now, Mars still harbored intense resentment toward Owen.

He was jealous that Owen had been born with a silver spoon.

He was even more jealous that Owen now had Autumn.

The mere thought of Owen effortlessly getting a wife and a child on the way was unbearable to Mars.

Everything Owen had should have been his. Why did things end up this way?

“Mars Wright?”

Owen’s expression hardened at the mention of the name.

Glancing at the sleeping Autumn, he stepped out into the hallway.

“What do you want?”

“…”

In that moment, Mars didn’t know what to feel.

If Owen had mocked him or taunted him, he might have actually felt a bit better.

He could have at least told himself that Owen was petty.

But Owen’s reaction was so maddeningly calm that it was Mars who now felt small and timid.

Here he was, in jail, about to be sentenced.

Autumn and Owen must be so happy together, right?

Mars felt like a rat in a gutter, only able to peek at someone else’s happiness.

A happiness that used to be his.

He hadn’t cherished it, and he’d pushed his own love away with his own two hands.

He would never find a woman better than Autumn in this lifetime.

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