The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 181

**Between the Wings of Twilight Lies the Memory of You**
**Chapter 181**

A sudden burst of laughter escaped Noah’s lips, breaking the tension that hung in the air. “Ms. Jones, you misunderstand me. I have no interest in your money or any of that. It’s true that I had my own reasons for taking on your case, but what I truly desire is Rachel’s contact information.”

Rachel?

The mention of her name caught me off guard, a wave of surprise washing over me, quickly followed by a surge of caution. “What do you need her number for?” I asked, my voice laced with suspicion.

Noah’s response was measured, almost soothing. “Don’t be so defensive. It’s merely a contact number. I assure you, I can’t cause any real trouble with it.”

As I pondered his words, a part of me recognized the truth in them. It was just a number. If Rachel wasn’t interested, she had ample means to shut him down. I resolved to discuss it with her later.

“Alright,” I conceded, “but does this mean you’re no longer representing me in the divorce?”

His tone remained steady, devoid of any hint of regret. “I prefer not to engage in cases that seem unwinnable. What we had was likely our best opportunity. Regrettably, your husband didn’t take the bait. Your family background lacks the strength needed for leverage. If you genuinely want a divorce, you may need to find a way to persuade him to agree.”

I couldn’t help but be blunt. “Forgive my straightforwardness, but don’t you have any leverage over Steven? He seems so invested in the woman from that photo, and you don’t have any desire to remain Mrs. Lancaster. Why not just convince her to take your place?”

After hanging up, I took a moment to collect my thoughts before sending a quick message to Rachel, detailing Noah’s request and my recent setback.

Rachel responded almost instantly, her reassurance palpable through the screen. “It’s fine. My personal number is only known to a select few friends, so it’s not easy for anyone to intrude into my private life.”

Then, she sent another message, her tone shifting.

“Steven is utterly shameless. So, what’s your plan now that the divorce is off the table?”

“Is it possible he genuinely can’t stand the thought of losing you?”

Whatever the reason, I needed to cease my obsessive worrying about him and Verna, or I would surely lose my mind.

In a rare departure from my routine, I didn’t visit Uncle Julian at the hospital. Instead, I sought out a place to eat, ordering a generous serving of barbecue, and poured myself a drink. As I sipped, I rifled through a stack of small cards, each adorned with the image of a different man.

I was on a quest to find a suitable “affair partner.” Naturally, he couldn’t be too unattractive; he had to be photogenic enough for the pictures. However, as I scanned the faces, disappointment settled in. The more I looked, the more they seemed to exude a vibe that suggested they were “playing for the other team.”

My frown deepened with every glance, and the alcohol began to take effect, swirling my thoughts into a dizzying haze. Just then, my phone rang, cutting through the fog.

A smooth, polite voice emanated from the speaker. “Excuse me, is this Ms. Zephyra Jones?”

I managed to identify two men who were somewhat decent-looking amidst the chaos of my thoughts. Propping my head up with one hand, my cheeks flushed and my mind spinning, I asked, “Who is this?”

“I’m calling from the real estate agency. The villa you purchased in the Pella District is ready for you. We just need you to come in with your ID and household registration to finalize the paperwork. If you’re married, we’ll also require your marriage certificate to process the title deed.”