I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 295

I stared at the freshly issued divorce certificate in my hand, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind.

In my past life, when Steven first tried to force a divorce, I refused. I couldn’t let him go. Later, when I was completely disillusioned and ready to give up, I was betrayed by everyone.

My father’s betrayal was the worst. I loathed him. To avenge my mother, I refused the divorce, using Steven’s own vindictiveness to destroy the Jones family, driving them to bankruptcy and forcing my father to kneel at my mother’s grave in repentance.

By the end of my past life with Steven, the love had long since died. All that was left was resentment—resentment for how he had failed me.

But as I lay dying, watching the live broadcast of his romantic engagement to Verna on a giant screen while I fought for my life alone in a hospital bed, even the resentment faded.

All I felt was regret. Regret for ever meeting him, for ever loving him, for ever marrying him. Most of all, I regretted not divorcing him, so that even in death, I was still tied to his name.

Reborn in this life, I had finally changed my fate. I no longer had to be locked in a life-or-death struggle with Steven.

A laugh escaped my lips, and then a tear fell, splashing onto the divorce certificate.

Steven, holding his own certificate, frowned.

“You’re crying? Regretting it already?”

I looked up at him. His face was a blank canvas, showing no joy or sorrow. To him, this divorce was as mundane as eating a meal.

But I didn't care about his feelings.

My eyes were red, but my voice was firm.

“Steven, I told you I wouldn’t regret this. Given the history between us, I can’t offer you any blessings right now. From this day forward, let’s go our separate ways. Don’t contact me, and I won’t contact you. Let’s just be strangers.”

With that, I limped down the steps, planning to hail a cab at the corner.

Steven grabbed my arm, his tone cool. “Let me carry you.”

“Don’t. From now on, we have no relationship. I… Steven!”

Before I could finish, he swept me into his arms and carried me down the rest of the stairs.

“An ex-husband is still a type of relationship. And even if you want to cut ties completely, you can’t do it when you look like you’re half-dead. If someone took a picture, they’d think I abused you. That would ruin my reputation, and you’re not worthy of ruining my reputation.”

I was speechless. “...Why are you so obsessed with your image all of a sudden? I really don't get it.”

In his past life, he didn’t seem to care about his reputation when he was chasing after another man’s girlfriend.

But with me, he was always so concerned with appearances, controlling every little thing I did. It was baffling.

Then again, in the future, Steven would become more and more powerful, his wealth growing by the day, until he stood at the pinnacle of power. By the time I died, he was a man who held the global economy in his hands, someone no one dared to cross.

Even if he lost all face, countless people would scramble to pick it up for him.

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