I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 701

The fourth life started differently. Horace and I were childhood sweethearts. He got into a car accident because of me. He survived, but his legs were crippled. He never blamed me, but the whole world hated me for it, and I hated myself even more.

When Mr. Lancaster Sr. arranged our match, I added a condition to the marriage agreement: Steven had to find the best doctors to heal Horace's legs.

That was my only condition, and Steven agreed.

He was different from his previous incarnations—indifferent, but with a sharp tongue and a bad temper, the complete opposite of the robotic version from my first life. But I still fell for him, and for his sake, I once again gave up my beloved career.

I pursued him relentlessly, but it took a year of constant effort to even begin to thaw his icy heart. Our relationship improved only slightly. His heart was like stone, as if bound to something unchangeable. It wasn't until our third year that our relationship finally took a significant leap forward.

I boldly made the first move, and after that, it was like unleashing a starving tiger. He was insatiable, constantly wanting me. Our relationship wasn't as loving as in previous lives, but we had our sweet moments. Just when I thought things would continue like this, the script changed again.

Horace returned, and my already unstable relationship with Steven plunged into chaos. Then I discovered he was in love with someone else.

He had been protecting a girl named Verna for years, since he was twenty, taking care of her every need with gentle affection. I tried to use a child to keep him, but then my only friend, Horace, died trying to save me. The shock caused me to have a miscarriage.

After that, my relationship with Steven deteriorated completely until he finally asked for a divorce.

But I was pathetic; I refused to let go. Watching him and Verna flaunt their love was torture. Then I accidentally learned my father had been having an affair with Aunt Janice for over twenty years and that they had conspired to kill my mother.

Hate was the only thing that kept me going. I refused to divorce Steven, dragging him down with me and using his power to destroy my father. In the end, my family was shattered, and so was I.

This life was vastly different from the others, but the outcome was the same. I still died, but only after enduring endless suffering, betrayal, and loneliness before a miserable death.

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