He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 342

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

Ernesto stole a glance at Monique, who was practically radiating with a sense of victory, and quickly adjusted his features to mask any hint of his own feelings. He knew the importance of maintaining a serious demeanor in moments like these.

“Finished,” he muttered under his breath, the weight of their plan looming over him.

Monique turned to Carolyn, her voice firm yet laced with excitement. “Make sure you keep that video safe. It’s our most precious asset.” The gleam in her eyes was unmistakable. They had a weapon now, one that could shatter Chloe’s carefully crafted image and expose her true nature to the world—a woman devoid of morals, ready to betray anyone for her own gain.

As Carolyn absorbed the gravity of their scheme, a thrill coursed through her veins. All the frustration and humiliation she had endured while working as a cleaner—the endless scoldings, the condescending remarks—seemed to dissipate like mist in the morning sun. The thought of dragging Chloe down from her lofty pedestal filled her with a sense of purpose. She would make Chloe pay for every slight, every moment of disdain she had suffered.

In her mind, Carolyn seethed with a dark desire. Chloe should have been left out there, lost and forgotten. She never should have been found. Just wait—this video would be the catalyst for her downfall.

Meanwhile, Arthur was jolted from his thoughts by a frantic call from Jenarth. Panic surged through him as he raced to the hotel, bursting through the door to find the boy in a state of utter distress, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Daddy Arthur, please save Mom! She fainted! Am I going to lose her?” Jenarth’s voice trembled with fear, each word piercing through Arthur’s heart like a shard of ice.

Arthur’s gaze darted to the floor, where Jennifer lay motionless. His heart dropped. “Jennifer?” he exclaimed, rushing to her side. He knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he gently lifted her into an upright position.

“Jennifer, are you all right?” He called her name repeatedly, desperation creeping into his voice, but she remained unresponsive, her silence amplifying his anxiety.

“Daddy Arthur, Mom said you weren’t coming back, that you didn’t want us anymore. She’s been crying for days, not eating or drinking… and then she just collapsed!” Jenarth’s words tumbled out in a rush, each syllable laced with heartbreak.

“Daddy Arthur, please don’t leave us. Please don’t ignore us!” The boy clutched at Arthur’s sleeve, his little fingers gripping tightly as if he could anchor his father to them. “Mom has never been like this before. She’s always loved you so much. When we were overseas, she told me stories about you. She said she brought me back to find my dad!”

Arthur felt a knot of guilt tighten within him, each of Jenarth’s words striking a chord deep in his conscience. “Daddy Arthur, is it my fault? Did I make you unhappy? If I did, I can change!” The boy’s voice cracked, and he hung his head low, his small frame trembling. “If I died, would you stay with Mom then?”

The weight of Jenarth’s tearful plea settled heavily in Arthur’s chest. He had been so consumed by his work, pouring every ounce of his energy into the company, that he had neglected the very people who needed him most. The thought of Jennifer collapsing hit him like a freight train, a harsh reminder of his responsibilities.

Remembering that Jennifer was pregnant, a surge of determination coursed through him. He scooped her up into his arms, feeling the warmth of her body against him. “Jenarth, come with me. We’re going to the hospital.” He turned, cradling Jennifer carefully as he made his way toward the door.

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