He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 138

Arthur lifted his eyes, catching a clear glimpse of Chloe’s profile from behind. The delicate curve of her cheek, the gentle slope of her nose—it was a face that had once meant everything to him. As he stared, his mind drifted into a deep, tangled web of memories. The man seated beside her now was not the man Arthur had once been.

If fate had been kinder, if the divorce had never come to pass, it would have been Chloe sitting there next to him, poised and graceful, as she was now beside this stranger. For a fleeting moment, Arthur felt a sharp pang of loss, as if Chloe had slipped away to a place beyond his reach—a place he might never enter again.

Arthur wasn’t alone in his silent observation. At the far end of the front row, Anthony’s gaze was fixed on Chloe with a mixture of resentment and suspicion. He still nursed the sting of the two slaps she had dealt him earlier—a humiliation he hadn’t forgotten. Initially, he had thought Chloe was someone special, someone worth respecting. But now, watching her tangled relationships unfold, that illusion was shattered.

Arthur, the man from the Myers Group, had stepped in after Charles fell ill. It had been over a year since, and in Anthony’s eyes, Arthur hadn’t achieved anything noteworthy. Without the Myers family’s vast wealth backing him, Anthony believed the company would have crumbled long ago.

So Chloe had a history with Arthur too—an ex-lover, no less. And now, she was sitting elegantly beside a man named Eugene.

Anthony hadn’t taken long to learn Eugene’s name. Though he hadn’t uncovered the full story behind Eugene’s background, the way Joseph treated him spoke volumes. Eugene was clearly a man of influence and importance.

A bitter smirk crept onto Anthony’s face. Chloe was putting on quite the performance. Earlier, she had played the innocent card, likely because of the watchful eyes around her. Or perhaps now, under Eugene’s protection, she felt invincible.

“Hah,” Anthony thought bitterly. “Who knows what she’s really like behind closed doors? Is she involved with Eugene now? Or did Landon pass her off to Eugene once he grew tired?”

Joseph’s slap to Anthony, despite Joseph’s respect for Landon and Eugene, only fueled his anger further.

“Whatever,” Anthony muttered, his eyes gleaming with a cold determination. He vowed silently that Chloe would pay for those humiliations.

Suddenly, the room’s lights dimmed, and the murmuring crowd fell into a hush. Everyone knew—the auction was about to begin.

A spotlight illuminated Joseph as he rose and walked deliberately toward the stage. No items were yet displayed. He reached out and rested his hand on the podium, pausing under the intense scrutiny of the assembled guests.

The silence was palpable. Every pair of eyes was fixed on Joseph.

“Thank you all for joining us this evening,” Joseph began, his voice carrying a slight tremor. “I am getting old. I do not know how much longer I will be here…”

At Joseph’s auctions, all proceeds were donated directly to charity. Regardless of the final price, the highest bidder won, and anything purchased from Mistveil Manor was considered legally indisputable—no one would dare challenge ownership afterward.

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