He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 208

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**

**Chapter 208: The Set-Up in the Hotel Room**

“Mr. Myers,” the lawyer began, his voice steady yet devoid of warmth, “the terms of Ms. Lewis’s divorce settlement are impeccable—no loopholes to exploit. She signed voluntarily, and there’s absolutely no turning back now.”

Arthur’s frustration flared, his fists clenching tightly at his sides. “You were brought on to find a loophole, not to throw in the towel! What happened to all that confidence? This was supposed to be straightforward, and now you just want to back out?” The tension in his voice was palpable, and he fought to keep his composure, even as the urge to lash out bubbled beneath the surface.

“Do you even possess a shred of professional integrity?” he demanded, barely containing his fury. The anger simmering within him was almost overwhelming, and he felt as if he might shatter something in the room. But then his gaze fell upon the romantic setup he had meticulously arranged for Chloe, complete with a vibrant bouquet of roses that now seemed to mock him.

It was all meant for her, and now it felt like a cruel joke.

“Mr. Myers, I implore you to find someone more competent. This case is far beyond our capabilities. I’m truly sorry!” The lawyer bowed deeply, a look of panic etched on his face, and hurriedly made his way toward the door, nearly stumbling in his haste—a comical yet pitiful sight.

As he watched the man flee, irritation coursed through Arthur’s veins. He slumped back into his chair, his fists still clenched, the anger boiling within him so fiercely that he nearly overturned the table.

Who were these incompetent fools he had surrounded himself with?

With a surge of determination, he dialed the head of the law firm he had initially hired. He had made it clear that money was no object; he just needed someone who could handle the case. But the moment they heard his name, the response was a flat, “Sorry, we can’t assist you.”

Refusing to accept defeat, he continued dialing, reaching out to one law firm after another, even attempting to connect with attorneys in neighboring cities.

Nearly every single one rejected him as soon as they grasped the situation. One firm hung up the moment he uttered his name. Finally, a friend reached out, his tone blunt and straightforward. “Stop wasting your time.”

The reality hit Arthur hard. He had no chance of winning against Chloe. The divorce agreement was ironclad, and he had willingly signed away his rights. It was as if he had thrown away his last chance. The only way he could hope for custody was if his ex-wife agreed—or if their son chose to acknowledge him when he turned eighteen.

The odds were virtually nonexistent. His friend urged him to let it go.

During that call, the truth was laid bare—Chloe was represented by one of the most formidable lawyers in the business. No one dared to challenge him. “Don’t be so stubborn,” his friend advised.

Arthur’s grip on the phone tightened, realization dawning on him. Chloe had truly severed all ties.

Using Robert as a pawn was a dead end. Waiting until Robert turned eighteen? Absurd. The boy was still young and already harbored a deep-seated hatred for him.

How did it all spiral so far out of control?

“Sir, your meal and the wine are ready. Shall we serve you now?” a waiter asked, his voice respectful as he bowed his head slightly.

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