I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 280

His handsome, refined face was impassive as he sipped his soup. “I just recovered and I have a lot of work. Either tell Gordon or send me a message.”

I was silent for a moment before I couldn’t help but ask, “Are you really that busy, or do you just not want to talk to me?”

Steven looked up at me. “Both.”

My eyes welled up with tears. I gripped my rice bowl tightly, not daring to look at him. “Steven, we’re husband and wife. Even if it’s just in name, we should still talk to each other, shouldn’t we?”

I spent all day in the mansion. Besides Nora, the housekeeper, he was the only person I had to talk to.

If he refused to speak to me, I felt like I would go crazy from the silence.

Steven’s tone was dismissive. “You can talk, just not to me. I have no interest in hearing about your day-to-day trivialities. If you’re truly that bored, I suggest you get a job instead of wasting your life at home and cutting yourself off from society.”

But his mother had told me that Lancaster wives weren't allowed to work.

I composed myself and looked up at him, my voice soft.

“Then… could I work at your company as your assistant? Or even Gordon’s? It would be easier to explain to your mother that way.”

Steven’s dark eyes stared at me, a scornful smirk on his lips.

“Are you trying to appease her, or are you trying to get into my company for some other reason? Zephyra, a person needs to know their own limits. A housewife like you could never work in my company.”

My face paled. I saw naked contempt in his eyes, and my self-esteem shattered.

I lowered my head and ate in silence, not daring to say another word.

Steven was like a brilliant star in the sky, the center of attention wherever he went. I was like an unwanted fly, disliked by everyone.

My insecurity was at an all-time high. At least he still liked my cooking. That was the one thing I had.

In the third year of our marriage, a woman named Queena began to pursue him relentlessly. I heard she was a socialite who had given up a high-paying job to start at the bottom of his company just to be near him.

She was my polar opposite—bold, passionate, and fiery.

Compared to her confident sensuality, my own seductive looks felt wasted.

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