He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 212

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**
**Chapter 212: The Scandal Breaks**

Chloe turned to Arthur one final time, her expression a mix of revulsion and disappointment. Without uttering a word, she climbed into her car, the engine roaring to life as she pressed the accelerator, leaving a cloud of dust and confusion in her wake. Not once did she glance back, as if the sight of him was too painful to bear.

Arthur remained half-kneeling on the ground, the acrid smell of exhaust fumes enveloping him like a fog. The moment the car sped away, he felt an eerie numbness wash over him, as if he were suddenly disconnected from reality. What had just transpired? Chloe had merely grasped his wrist, applying the slightest pressure, and in an instant, he felt as though all the strength had drained from his body. What was this strange power she held over him? What sorcery had she unleashed in that fleeting moment?

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as he waited for feeling to return to his limbs. Finally, the warmth of sensation trickled back, and he pushed himself upright, brushing off the dust that clung to him like an unwelcome reminder of his failure. He felt disheveled, his clothes rumpled and his spirit even more so. With a renewed sense of urgency, he dashed to his own car, heart racing as he turned the ignition key. He had come all this way, had sent people to track her down, just to have a proper conversation, to offer a heartfelt apology. The thought of being denied even that chance was unbearable.

No. He could not accept this outcome. Chloe was his wife, his partner, the only one who truly understood him. He had to win her back, no matter the cost.

With a surge of determination, Arthur slammed his foot down on the accelerator, the vehicle lurching forward as he sped off in the direction Chloe had taken. Just as he was gaining speed, his phone rang, jolting him from his thoughts. It was Donald.

The Bluetooth connection sprang to life, the ringing echoing in the confined space of the car, a harsh reminder of the chaos that awaited him. Arthur hesitated, irritation bubbling within him, but the relentless ringing was impossible to ignore. Donald never called without a compelling reason. With a reluctant sigh, he answered.

“What is it?” he barked, his tone sharp.

“Mr. Myers, the story about you and Jennifer has just exploded online. You’re trending everywhere,” Donald’s voice crackled through the speakers, heavy with urgency.

Arthur’s heart sank. “What?” The pressure he had been applying to the gas pedal instantly shifted to the brake, the tires screeching in protest against the asphalt. Panic surged through him as he tried to comprehend the magnitude of the situation.

“Mr. Myers, the phone lines at Myers Group are going crazy. The whole company is in chaos right now…” Donald continued, but Arthur was already tuning him out.

With a shaking hand, he opened Twitter, dread pooling in his stomach as a sensational headline assaulted his eyes: “President of Myers Group, Arthur, Spends Night with Mystery Woman in Budget Hotel!”

His name was skyrocketing to the top of the trending list. For years, he had been the most sought-after bachelor in Capaville’s elite circles, admired by countless women. But a scandal of this nature—him spending a night in a budget hotel with a woman—was bound to create an uproar.

He tapped on the accompanying photo, his heart racing. The media had captured a single frame from that night, depicting him on a bed, one arm raised defensively to shield the camera, as if protecting the woman behind him. Though her figure was mostly obscured, the curve of her body suggested an alluring silhouette.

The moment he laid eyes on the image, a wave of realization crashed over him—this was the leaked photo from the hotel incident he thought he had buried deep in the past. Why was it resurfacing now? Panic coursed through his veins like ice.

The entire internet was buzzing with speculation about the mystery woman. The image was spreading like wildfire, and the thought of Chloe stumbling upon it sent a chill down his spine. Here he was, desperate to win her back, and if this scandal erupted again, he feared she would never forgive him.

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