He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: She’s Had Enough of This Blind Fool

Chloe Lewis lay motionless on the hospital bed, her skin pale and fragile like aged parchment. Her eyes stared emptily into nothingness, devoid of any spark of life. The only sound breaking the sterile silence was the steady, mechanical beep of the ventilator beside her — a cold reminder of her fragile state.

Her son, Robert Myers, was no longer alive. He had died in a tragic car accident. In his final moments, the one person he desperately longed to see was his father, Arthur Myers. But Arthur had been preoccupied—dining out with the woman he treasured most: Jennifer Williams.

Suddenly, the door creaked open with a harsh sound, followed by the sharp click of high heels echoing through the quiet room. Chloe’s vacant gaze shifted toward the entrance, and her heart sank. There stood her husband, Arthur, accompanied by Jennifer Williams—the very woman who had ruthlessly taken everything from her.

Jennifer’s lips curled into a cold, cruel smirk as she looked down at Chloe with utter contempt. “Arthur belongs to me now,” she hissed, her voice laced with venom. “Your little bastard is dead. Arthur will officially recognize my son as his heir. And as for you… well, it’s your turn to die.”

A single tear, hot and bitter, slipped from the corner of Chloe’s eye, tracing a silent path down her pale cheek.

Jennifer leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a poisonous whisper. “Want to hear a secret? I was the one who had your brat killed. I arranged everything. And even if Arthur finds out, do you think he’ll care?” She chuckled mockingly. “Because that child was never Arthur’s. He never should have existed. His death was necessary.”

Jennifer’s eyes gleamed with malice as she continued, “And those men at the hotel—the ones who ‘accidentally’ assaulted you and gave you that awful disease? That wasn’t an accident either. I made sure of it.”

Chloe’s mind reeled. Robert… not Arthur’s child? What was Jennifer implying?

Her eyes snapped open wide, bloodshot and burning with a sudden, horrifying realization. She, the beloved daughter of the Lewis family, personally chosen by Arthur’s grandfather, Charles, to be his granddaughter-in-law, had always put Arthur first. When he brought the ailing Jennifer home, Chloe had bent over backward to help her, out of gratitude—because Jennifer had once saved Arthur’s life and fallen ill as a result.

Now, every ounce of Chloe’s suffering—all of it—was because of Jennifer.

“Look at you,” Jennifer sneered, her gaze sweeping Chloe’s frail form with disdain. “You’re pathetic. And yet, Arthur still hasn’t divorced you. It’s infuriating.”

Jennifer pulled out her phone and showed a message from Arthur: “Jennie, happy birthday. Your favorite gift is ready.” Below it was a photo of an extravagant, custom-made bouquet of roses.

“See?” Jennifer taunted, waving the phone. “The man you’re obsessed with doesn’t care about you at all. He’s busy preparing my birthday present. Oh, and he’s planning to propose. We’re going to have the grandest wedding this city has ever seen—nothing like your pathetic little secret marriage he’s always been ashamed of.”

Her smile widened, triumphant and cruel. “Too bad you won’t be around to see it. Consider today your death anniversary.”

Chloe’s eyes bulged in shock, her chest tightening painfully. The ventilator’s steady beep turned frantic and uneven. She grasped at the thin hospital sheets, but her body was too weak, drained of all strength. A final, shuddering breath escaped her lips, her pupils dilated and fixed—and then… nothing.

“Mommy? What are you thinking about?” Robert’s voice suddenly called out, pulling Chloe back from the edge.

Blinking in confusion, she realized the harsh hospital lights had vanished. Instead, warm sunlight bathed her surroundings. She was standing outside a bustling airport, holding Robert’s small, warm hand in hers. The sunlight illuminated his face, highlighting the innocent, vibrant life shining in his eyes.

Tears welled up instantly. Dropping to her knees, Chloe pulled Robert into a tight embrace, her voice thick with emotion. “Robert… I missed you so much…”

Robert looked at her with a puzzled expression but gently patted her back. “Mommy, what’s wrong? Weren’t we just together?”

Chloe gazed into Robert’s clear, innocent eyes, a storm of feelings swirling inside her. It was unbelievable, but it was true—she had been given a second chance. She was back on the very day when Arthur’s beloved Jennifer returned to the country.

It was also the day she had brought her own son home.

In her previous life, Arthur hadn’t come to pick them up. Instead, he was there for Jennifer and her son, Jenarth Williams. He had taken them straight to Myers Manor. Back then, Chloe had been kind and welcoming to Jennifer and Jenarth, driven by a sense of duty because Jennifer had saved Arthur and become ill as a result. She had believed her whole family owed Jennifer a debt.

Jenarth. The name itself felt like a cruel joke.

Her husband, Arthur, had showered Jenarth with affection, spending all his time with Jennifer and the boy—treating the child so well that even Robert had felt jealous.

Now, staring at Robert, Jennifer’s venomous words echoed in Chloe’s mind—Robert wasn’t Arthur’s child. Her eyes narrowed. What was the real truth?

She had been brought into the Lewis family under Charles’ arrangement, had a child with Arthur, and become his wife. Arthur had always been distant, but she had tried her best to be the perfect wife, partly to repay Charles’ kindness.

Yet, nothing had ever gone her way.

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