The Day I Quit Him (Autumn and Mars) novel Chapter 91

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

“False imprisonment? What on earth are you talking about?!”

Mars instinctively recoiled as the officer’s arm reached out toward him. His mind was a swirling void, completely disoriented and detached from reality.

As the police arrived on the scene, Autumn emerged from her hiding spot behind Mars, her demeanor resolute. “Officer, I’m the one who called for help. He was trying to take me away against my will, and he even took my phone so I couldn’t reach anyone for assistance.”

The words hit Mars like a slap across the face, his eyes widening in disbelief.

“Have you lost your mind, Autumn? I’m your husband! You’re actually calling the police on me? Are you out of your damn mind?!”

Autumn shot him a glance that was as cold as a winter’s night, her eyes devoid of warmth.

That single look felt like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, extinguishing the flames of his anger in an instant.

He stared back at her, suddenly aware of the profound transformation she had undergone in recent times.

Once, her gaze had been filled with affection and understanding, as if she would forgive him for any misstep he made.

But now, those same eyes were filled with a chilling indifference that cut deeper than any knife.

It was as if she had pierced through his facade and found nothing but disappointment, extinguishing any flicker of hope that might have remained.

A wave of panic washed over him, leaving him breathless.

How could Autumn possibly feel this way about him?

Sure, he had shown Lydia a bit more attention lately, but he had always treated her well, hadn’t he?

In the past, Autumn would have merely been a touch jealous, and he could easily soothe her insecurities.

Why was she making such a monumental fuss about it now?

Yet, he couldn’t ignore the fact that he had been less than gentle with her today. His gaze fell upon her red, swollen wrists, and guilt washed over him.

“Autumn…” he began, his voice faltering slightly. “I honestly just wanted to find someone to help take care of Lydia. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“Please, just talk to the officers. Why do we need to create such a scene over something that should remain private between us? Let’s not waste police resources. If you don’t want to go to the hospital, I can take you home right now. We can discuss everything there, alright?”

Mars reached into his pocket to retrieve Autumn’s phone, but the police were already watching him closely. Mistaking his movement for a threat, they surged forward and subdued him.

The officers seized his arms, slamming him against a nearby wall. He felt utterly defeated—a far cry from the suave, confident CEO of Cloudbreak he usually portrayed.

Panic gripped him at that moment. If this situation escalated, he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. The fallout would be catastrophic, filled with condemnation and scorn.

“Autumn, please, I know I messed up. Help me… I’m begging you…”

If news broke that he, the CEO of Cloudbreak, had attempted to force his pregnant wife to care for his mistress—who also happened to be his sister-in-law—he shuddered at the thought of the chaos that would ensue.

The internet was merciless, especially toward those branded as cheating scumbags.

And if those relentless netizens dug deeper and unearthed the truth about the baby growing inside Autumn, he could only imagine the storm that would follow.

“You can say whatever you need to at the station,” one of the officers replied, following protocol as they escorted both Autumn and Mars to the police station.

Throughout the ride, Autumn maintained a stony silence, her expression unyielding, completely unmoved by Mars’s desperate pleas for assistance.

As he realized he had pleaded until his voice was hoarse and she wouldn’t even glance his way, humiliation ignited a furious rage within him. “Fine! Make a scene if that’s what you want! Just don’t come crying to me for help when Cloudbreak’s stock price crashes because of this!”

Mars was well aware that Cloudbreak was also Autumn’s lifeblood. She would never simply stand by and watch it crumble.

To his astonishment, she remained utterly indifferent.

“Autumn, what the hell are you playing at?!”

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