The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 84

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

Mars Wright’s expression was a tempest of fury. His face, usually so composed, now radiated a vibrant shade of anger that seemed to pulse in the dim light of the VIP room. In a fit of rage, he delivered a sharp kick to the table before him, sending the empty bottles teetering precariously before crashing to the floor. The sound shattered the stillness, reverberating through the plush confines of the room like a gunshot.

The sudden noise jolted Lydia Lopez from her simmering thoughts, and she erupted, her voice rising to a piercing pitch. “Mars Wright, are you seriously lying to me? I heard those bottles! Are you out there partying?”

“Do you even possess a heart? How could you betray me like this?”

All of Lydia’s pent-up frustrations spilled forth in a torrent, her voice rising to a fever pitch. “I knew it! I knew there had to be a reason for your sudden coldness towards me. You’ve been pouring all your money into those… those girls at the club!”

“How can you be so selfish?”

“What did you promise me back then? You said that besides Autumn Lopez, I was the only one who mattered to you. Are all your vows just empty words now?”

The atmosphere in the room had grown thick with tension, almost suffocating.

It felt as if time had stopped after Mars’s explosive outburst.

The murmurs of his friends, who had been engaged in low conversations, faded into a thick silence, leaving only the echo of Lydia’s voice hanging in the air.

Her tone, sharp and accusatory, grated against the ears of those present, amplifying the discomfort that had settled over the room like a heavy fog.

Mars could feel the weight of their curious stares, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him.

What if they discovered that he was so easily manipulated by Lydia? What would remain of his reputation as a powerful CEO?

“Lydia! This is absurd!” he barked, his voice laced with irritation. If she had any sense, she would have stopped while she was ahead.

But now, she was spiraling into irrationality.

As if the universe conspired against him, at that very moment, the hostesses his friends had ordered earlier made their entrance. Blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing inside, they sauntered in, their voices sweetened with a syrupy cheerfulness.

The moment Lydia heard their synchronized greeting of “Hello, boys,” a wave of humiliation washed over her. She wished she could somehow merge with the phone, like a character from a horror film, and escape Mars’s reality.

“You ordered girls, too?”

Lydia was on the brink of an explosion, her fury barely contained.

Without waiting for Mars to respond, she slammed the phone down, the click resonating like a gunshot in the silence that followed.

Mars had been prepared to explain himself, but now he was met with the cold finality of a dead line.

Silence enveloped the room, and everyone exchanged glances, unsure of what to say next.

One of his more oblivious friends, sensing the tension, hesitantly broke the silence. “Mars, it sounds like your girl is really upset. Maybe we should just call it a night?”

Originally, that was Mars’s intention.

After all, he still harbored feelings for Lydia, despite her spoiled nature.

She had been pampered by the Lopez family, and her fiery spirit was both her strength and her weakness.

If he allowed her to create a scene, it would spiral into endless complications.

Yet, with his friend’s suggestion hanging in the air, he realized that asking everyone to leave would make him appear cowardly, as if he were afraid of Lydia’s wrath.

The CEO of Cloudbreak Corporation, terrified of his own mistress? It was laughable.

“No need!”

Mars waved his hand dismissively, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “It’s because I spoil her too much! You have to keep women in check; otherwise, they’ll walk all over you.”

“It’s fine. Everyone, just keep drinking. Enjoy yourselves, have fun.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, crafting a convenient excuse for himself. “The alcohol is hitting me hard. I think I need to step into the restroom and splash some water on my face.”

His friends exchanged knowing glances but chose to remain silent, chuckling lightly. “Take it easy, Mars. Let us know if you need anything.”

With a forced smile plastered on his face, Mars stumbled into the restroom.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, the smile faded, leaving his face a mask of tension. He clenched his jaw and pulled out his phone, determined to reach Lydia.

She had hung up on him repeatedly, and a nameless rage began to simmer within him.

With a flurry of frustration, he began typing furiously, sending Lydia a barrage of texts.

[Don’t do anything reckless! I genuinely don’t know what’s happening. Just let me handle this, and I’ll explain everything when I return!]

[Lydia, know your boundaries. Don’t create a scene that puts everyone in an awkward position. Do you really want to expose our relationship to your sister?]

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