The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 58

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

**Chapter 58**

Autumn stood there, her gaze inadvertently lingering on Owen longer than she had intended. She was caught in a moment that felt both surreal and painfully awkward. Owen, sensing her stare, glanced down and was met with an unexpected sight: a glimpse of high-quality gray silk boxers peeking out, a detail that was entirely too personal and intimate for her to witness.

It was as if the universe had decided to play a cruel joke, placing that particular detail right at the center of their shared space.

In a heartbeat, Owen’s expression shifted dramatically. He swiftly turned his hand, desperately trying to hide the evidence of his faux pas, as if it were a secret he wished to bury deep. The tension in his posture was palpable, the veins on the back of his hand standing out as he wrestled with the discomfort of the moment.

“Uh—” Owen stammered, his reaction so instantaneous that Autumn barely had time to look away.

The air between them thickened, heavy with an awkwardness that clung like a dense fog, wrapping around them both in a suffocating embrace.

He’s not going to think I’m some kind of perv, is he? Panic surged within her, a tide of anxiety threatening to overwhelm her rational thoughts.

After all, who in their right mind fixates on a guy’s underwear? Especially that particular part of it.

But it wasn’t intentional!

It had been a mere coincidence, a fleeting glimpse that had caught her off guard, and now she felt frozen in place, paralyzed by the embarrassment of the moment.

Autumn’s mind spun in a whirlwind of thoughts, yet she dared not raise her eyes to meet Owen’s. Not even for a heartbeat.

A heavy silence settled in the room, stretching between them like a taut string ready to snap.

Just as Autumn contemplated the idea of turning on her heel and escaping the moment, a soft knock at the door shattered the tension.

“Mr. Bennett, we’ve finished preparing your room,” came a voice from the other side, a lifeline thrown into their awkward exchange.

Owen grunted in acknowledgment, tossing a casual “Get some rest” over his shoulder as he hurriedly exited.

Autumn remained rooted in place, her heart racing in her chest, a wild drumbeat of anxiety.

It wasn’t until the gentle click of his door closing echoed in her ears that she finally exhaled, a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.

Her spine, which had been rigid with tension, began to relax as the weight of the moment lifted.

But a wave of regret washed over her. If only she could turn back time, she would have certainly chosen to delay her entrance into the room. She could have avoided Owen entirely, and this mortifying incident would have simply remained an unspoken what-if.

With a heavy sigh, Autumn flopped onto her bed, sinking into the soft comfort for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, she mustered the energy to drag herself to the bathroom and splash cool water on her face, hoping to wash away the remnants of her embarrassment.

Meanwhile, in a separate guest room of the villa, Owen had summoned a housekeeper to bring him a glass of red wine, a subtle hint at the inner turmoil he was grappling with as he adjusted to his new surroundings.

Once the housekeeper delivered the wine, she descended the stairs, her voice dropping to a whisper as she spoke with a colleague.

“Why is Mr. Bennett asking for wine again?” she murmured, a note of surprise coloring her tone.

“Again?” the other housekeeper echoed, her eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.

“Yeah, it’s odd. I thought he had stopped needing alcohol to sleep,” she replied, shaking her head as if trying to comprehend the situation.

“Maybe he’s just adjusting to the new surroundings?” her colleague suggested, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

Their hushed conversation faded into the background as they returned to their tasks, understanding that it wasn’t their place to pry into their employer’s personal matters.

The kitchen was stocked with food, anticipating Autumn’s potential late-night cravings due to her pregnancy. If she called for a snack, they would be ready to bring it up immediately.

Yet, Autumn had always been a sound sleeper. After washing up and slipping into bed, she drifted off into a deep slumber, not stirring again until morning light filtered through the curtains.

By the time she awoke, Owen had already left.

The housekeeper informed her that he hadn’t even bothered with breakfast, a detail that sparked a flicker of concern in Autumn.

“You didn’t pack something for him to take?” she inquired, a hint of worry threading through her voice.

The housekeeper explained that Owen wasn’t in the habit of doing that.

Autumn raised an eyebrow, silently noting this detail. She chose not to pursue the topic further and focused on her own meal instead.

Being pregnant, she found herself consuming twice her usual portions, yet even that felt insufficient.

After finishing her meal, Autumn rubbed her belly, a frown creasing her forehead as she lamented, “I’ve eaten too much.”

The housekeeper quickly interjected with reassurance. “That’s not too much at all! Remember, you’re eating for two now.”

They were genuinely concerned that Autumn might follow in the footsteps of some society wives who resorted to extreme diets, even during pregnancy.

Such behavior was detrimental not just to the mothers but also to the unborn children’s development.

They understood that those women acted out of fear—fear that their wealthy husbands would stray.

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