I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 264

If our marriage had always been bitter, perhaps I wouldn’t have been so unwilling to let go, so stubbornly fixated on a happy ending. But that brief taste of sweetness had been my undoing.

I forced a smile. “The woman in your dream is destined to die sooner or later. Maybe once the series reaches its finale and she finally kicks the bucket, your nightmares will stop.”

His expression remained unchanged. “Or maybe that’s when the real nightmare begins.”

I didn’t realize how prophetic his words were. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I lit up with excitement. “Well, that’s great then. You deserve to be tormented a little. And I have a suggestion: since you can’t escape the misery, why not turn your dream series into a script? It sounds like it has plenty of drama.”

I warmed to my theme. “You’d have to change the protagonists, of course. It should be about your dream wife and her lover. The story could go something like this: years ago, the heroine had to marry her husband for some tragic reason, even though she was in love with the hero. She never loved her husband. Years later, the hero, now successful, returns and finds her. He can’t let her go, so he forcefully claims her back.”

“He then discovers the real reason she married her husband and learns that their marriage was loveless—the husband never loved her and had his own ulterior motives. So, the heroine divorces her husband and gets back together with the hero, and they live happily ever after. The husband, realizing too late that he loved her, becomes the tragic, pining second lead who never marries again. What do you think? Sounds like a bestseller, right?”

Steven sneered without hesitation. “That’s morally bankrupt. What did the husband do wrong?”

I stroked my chin thoughtfully. I couldn’t figure that out either. In my past life, what had I done wrong? A wife could hardly be blamed for her husband’s infidelity.

“Maybe because he wasn’t the main character?”

Steven’s gaze turned a few degrees colder, his eyes filled with ridicule.

I decided to drop the subject. “Give me some cash, and I’ll take you home.”

If my phone hadn’t died, leaving me penniless and unable to even call a cab, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time talking to him.

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