I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 272

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Steven’s lips. “So you’re still trying to get a divorce, just to become my mistress instead?”

I pressed my lips together. “I’m just offering a helpful suggestion.”

Being a mistress was demeaning, but at least a divorce would mean freedom. It would mean I could run.

I knew I was being unfair to the Steven of this life, but I couldn’t bring myself to be with him. I wasn’t even sure I could survive tonight. I was afraid I would lose control, that I would attack him. The body remembers what the mind tries to forget, and I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that if he touched me, all the pain and betrayal of my past life would come rushing back. I would remember how he had shattered my heart, and I would hate him all over again.

I would hate him for his infidelity, for taking my devotion and throwing it away. But most of all, I would hate myself for betting everything on a love that was never real and losing it all.

If he tried to sleep with me, I was afraid I would have a violent, visceral reaction.

Steven continued to play with his phone, a cold smile on his lips. “You may be willing to debase yourself, but I am not. I have no interest in keeping a mistress. The Lancaster family has strict rules, and I would never be allowed to have one. So get that idea out of your head.”

Liar.

If he didn’t keep mistresses, then what was Verna in our past life?

I seethed with resentment but quickly suppressed it. Who was I to compare myself to her?

I didn’t say another word, just endured the throbbing pain in my leg as I made my way upstairs to my old room.

My clothes were soaked through, and I was shivering uncontrollably. The room was mostly as I remembered it, except for a few men’s jackets hanging in the closet.

It seemed Steven had moved into my room after I left.

What a strange man. When I had begged him to sleep with me, he had refused. Now that I was gone, he had taken over my space. But then, it was his villa. He could sleep wherever he wanted. I opened the closet to see if there was anything I could wear and was surprised to find it full of women’s clothing, most of it mine.

It was the stuff Steven had forced me to ship back.

A strange expression crossed my face. “So he finally found the packages.”

And he had hung everything up, right next to his own clothes. How unlucky.

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