The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 83

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

**Chapter 83**

Autumn was not mistaken.

Lydia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she scrolled through her Facebook feed, her heart racing at the sight of Autumn’s latest post. In a fit of frustration, she nearly hurled her phone across the room, the urge to smash it against the wall almost overwhelming.

Recently, Autumn had taken to posting with an alarming frequency, and with each update, she seemed to push every one of Lydia’s buttons, one by one. It was as if Autumn knew exactly which strings to pull to set Lydia off. Something felt off, and Lydia’s intuition screamed that there was more to the story than met the eye.

Determined not to lash out at Mars, who was often the target of her ire, Lydia decided to take a different route this time. She reached for her phone and dialed an assistant she knew at Cloudbreak, hoping to uncover the truth behind Autumn’s cryptic posts.

Meanwhile, back at Cloudbreak Corporation, Autumn had just returned from a tense meeting in HR. As she stepped into the Executive Office, she noticed the assistant standing there, looking utterly torn between duty and conscience. Curiosity piqued, she casually inquired, “What’s bothering you?”

The assistant’s eyes lit up as if he had just spotted a lifeline. He quickly muted his microphone, leaning in closer to ask, “How should I respond to Lydia’s questions?”

Autumn chuckled softly, her demeanor surprisingly light. “Just be honest with her. Lydia is my sister, and she even stepped in for me at the company for a while. There’s no need to keep secrets from her.”

The assistant forced a strained smile, but it was evident he was wrestling with a whirlwind of emotions. If Mars’s blatant disregard for the situation wasn’t so glaringly apparent, he might have advised Autumn to wake up to the reality of her circumstances. Her husband was entangled in an affair with her own sister, and here she was, treating both of them with an unwavering sense of loyalty.

With that thought, the assistant’s gaze shifted to Autumn, a mix of sympathy and regret evident in his expression. Autumn caught his look, and a flicker of discomfort washed over her.

She quickly averted her eyes, pretending not to notice the silent exchange.

Autumn had always prided herself on her humanitarian spirit. Since the inception of Cloudbreak, she had never claimed to be the most perfect boss, but she had consistently fought for her employees’ rights, advocating for better benefits and protections.

Cloudbreak had weathered numerous storms in its early days, and while Mars often opted to delay payroll until the crisis passed, Autumn had taken a stand. She had even sold off several of her properties to ensure that everyone received their due salaries on time.

Through sheer determination, she had cultivated Cloudbreak into a thriving hub of talent and innovation, creating a work environment that attracted skilled professionals.

In the bustling city, Bennett Group was the top choice for employment, with Cloudbreak following closely behind. People aspired to join Bennett Group because of its prestigious reputation, but Cloudbreak was desired for its exceptional work-life balance.

After all, if one was destined to be a corporate drone, it was better to be a comfortable one than to toil away in a place riddled with red tape, low pay, and overbearing bosses, barely scraping by to cover therapy bills.

Yet, despite her efforts, Autumn found herself betrayed by the very people she had fought to protect. They had helped Mars conceal his affair with Lydia, leaving her blissfully ignorant and utterly humiliated. The fact that she hadn’t completely lost her composure was a testament to her self-restraint.

As for her feelings toward Cloudbreak and its employees, Autumn felt a heavy apathy settle in. The spark of passion she once had for the company had dimmed, and she found herself questioning whether she even wanted to continue her role there, especially among those she now considered ungrateful backstabbers.

“Get back to work,” she commanded curtly, her voice cold as ice, before turning to retreat to her office.

The assistant watched her leave, a look of internal conflict etched on his face.

“Secretary Autumn!” he called out, desperation creeping into his voice.

Autumn halted, her back still turned to him.

“What is it?” she replied, her tone cool and detached as she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing slightly.

He hesitated, a flicker of hope igniting in his heart. They were colleagues who crossed paths daily; surely, there was still a shred of loyalty left among them. If he could just offer her a hint of the truth, perhaps she would reconsider her stance on the situation.

“N-nothing,” he finally stammered, his resolve crumbling under her intense gaze.

Autumn’s expression hardened. “Oh,” she said dismissively, turning back and walking away without a second glance.

The assistant didn’t dare lift his head until he heard the door to her office click shut, sealing away the moment.

Even though she was out of sight, he felt a heavy weight settle on his heart, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Hello?” Lydia’s voice pierced through the silence, her impatience palpable as it crackled through the phone line.

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