I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 288

Having died once, you learn to let things go. Last night, I had fantasized about tearing him apart the moment I woke up.

I had pleaded with him, telling him I didn't want our toxic connection to deepen, but he had taken me anyway. I needed to see him bleed to feel any sense of justice.

But after that nightmare, it all seemed trivial. Could anything be worse than my past life? Worse than watching Horace die right in front of me? He was hit by Queena and knocked off that bridge, and the police never even found his complete body. I owed him a debt I could never repay, not even in two more lifetimes.

In this life, I had agreed to Steven’s terms—not to divorce him—to save Horace. Sleeping with me was part of the deal. Since I had agreed, I shouldn't go back on my word. Acting so unwilling now would just seem petty, as if I still had feelings for him.

Besides, he would be chasing Verna soon enough. Touching me was his problem, not mine.

Steven was taken aback, my reaction clearly not what he expected. His handsome face darkened. “I slept with you, and you’re not angry? Is your love for Horace that deep? You’d sacrifice anything for him without regret?”

I shook my head without a shred of hesitation. “No. It’s simply because you’re not worth it.”

If Horace hadn’t been involved and he had dared to touch me, he would have been dead.

But since that was the deal, it was best to be straightforward. A transaction was complete.

A sharp sting went through Steven’s heart, and his expression grew stormier. His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched into fists. “If you truly don’t care, then why did you hit me?”

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