He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 6

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“What did you say?” Arthur froze, convinced he’d misheard. He shot out of his chair, his voice trembling with a sharp edge of anger. “Repeat that–where in the world did she go?”

“Mr. Myers, Mrs. Myers took Robert and left,” Sarah replied, pausing for a beat as if afraid to deliver the rest. “She said she’s never coming back… and she told me to clear out everything in the house that’s theirs -throw it all away, she said.”

“Chloe!” Arthur’s grip on his phone tightened until his knuckles blanched white. He snarled her name through gritted teeth before slamming the call ended.

Sure, Chloe had mentioned wanting a divorce–even scribbled up some so–called divorce papers. But Arthur had brushed it off as just another fit. He figured she was just upset he’d been too wrapped up in other things lately, that was all. Once he got Jennifer and the boy settled, he’d smooth things over with her. No big deal.

But now? She’d actually had the nerve to leave–with their son?

Who did she think she was?

‘Never coming back“? Like she got to make that call?

Arthur’s jaw clenched as he flipped through his contacts, pulling up Chloe’s number. He was sure this was just a stunt to get his attention–if he called now, said the right soft words, she’d come rushing back, tail between her legs.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

“The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please verify the number and try again.”

Disconnected.

Arthur stared at his phone, dumbfounded, as if the screen might somehow correct itself. He checked the number again–same as always. This was Chloe’s number. She’d really…

She’d canceled her phone?

How dare she.

Fury coiled in his chest, hot and tight–he wanted to storm out right then, track Chloe down, and drag her back to set her straight. This tantrum had gone way too far. She needed to remember her place, especially now. This wasn’t the time for childish games.

“Cough… Mommy…”

“Jenarth? What’s wrong?”

Jennifer’s anxious voice snapped Arthur out of his rage. He spun around to see Jenarth hunched over, coughing, his face pale and miserable.

“Jenarth, hey—you okay?” Arthur hurried over, panic edging into his tone as he knelt beside the boy.

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“Daddy Arthur, I just… I don’t feel good,” Jenarth mumbled, his head drooping like a wilted flower. “My head’s all fuzzy… I’m sorry. I’m such a bother to you.” His lower lip trembled, like he was seconds from

tears.

Jennifer glanced at Arthur, her voice soft with worry. “Arthur, do you think Ms. Lewis misunderstood something? About us?”

Arthur didn’t answer. Instead, he squeezed Jenarth’s small hand, his voice steadying. “Don’t be scared, buddy. I’m right here. Just rest for a bit, okay?”

Jennifer’s voice dropped to a whisper, laced with guilt. “Arthur, this is all my fault. My health’s been so bad, and you’ve had to split yourself between taking care of me and Jenarth. If I’m the reason you and Ms. Lewis are fighting… I feel terrible.”

“It’s not your fault. She’s the one being unreasonable–making a mountain out of a molehill. She’s way out of line.” Arthur thought of Chloe running off like that, and a bitter scoff escaped him. Ridiculous.

There was a line to how much drama a woman could pull–and Chloe had crossed it. The wife of Myers Group’s CEO, running away from home like some petty teenager? If word got out, the whole company would be a laughingstock. He’d find her, drag her back, and make her understand that.

And their son, Robert–usually so level–headed. Why was he going along with this nonsense?

Jennifer must have noticed the hard set of Arthur’s jaw, because she spoke up then, her timing perfect. “Arthur… is Ms. Lewis really serious about the divorce? Maybe she just got the wrong idea about us. Let me talk to her—I’ll explain everything. If you two split because of me, I’d never forgive myself.”

“There’s nothing to explain. She started this,” Arthur said, his eyes sharp with irritation. Any hesitation he’d felt earlier was gone, replaced by cold indifference. “Let her throw her fit. I want to see how long she can keep this up.”

Jennifer’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile when she saw Arthur’s attention had shifted fully back to her and Jenarth.

“Arthur, let me go get you some fresh clothes. Tonight… Jenarth’s going to need you again. He was asking if he could sleep with you.”

Jenarth nodded eagerly, piping up right on cue.

“Daddy Arthur, can I sleep with you tonight? Even just for an hour? Or… or ten minutes? Please?”

“Of course, buddy. I’ll stay with you,” Arthur said, a twinge of sadness pulling at his chest. The kid had grown up without a father, Jennifer raising him all alone. It was no way for a child to live.

“Daddy Arthur, that’s the best!” Jenarth’s face lit up, and he clung tighter to Arthur’s hand. “Can Mommy sleep with us too? All three of us?”

Arthur froze for a split second.

Jennifer was quick to step in, gently covering Jenarth’s mouth. “Jenarth, don’t be silly. That’s not… appropriate.”

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“But Mommy, I’m not being silly!” Jenarth protested, pulling her hand away. “Daddies and mommies sleep with their kids, right? The hotel room’s big enough! If we’re all together, I won’t have nightmares. anymore.” He looked up at Arthur, his eyes wide and hopeful.

“Jenarth, that’s enough—”

“Forget it,” Arthur cut Jennifer off, his voice firm but soft. “Jenarth’s never had a real family. He’s too mature for his age, and that’s not fair to him. Tonight, we’ll all sleep in the same room.”

“Arthur… thank you,” Jennifer said, her voice warm with gratitude.

“No need for thanks. Just seeing you two safe–that’s all that matters.” Arthur met her gaze, his words

sincere.

As night fell, Chloe checked into the city’s most luxurious hotel, King Hotel, Robert by her side. The suite was spacious and opulent, but Chloe barely noticed–she sank into a chair by the floor–to–ceiling window, staring out at the glittering skyline as she twirled a wine glass in her hand. It had been six years since she’d touched alcohol.

Once she’d married Arthur, she’d given it up–along with so many other things that had once made her her. Now, taking a small sip of the rich, red wine, she felt a flicker of familiarity, like she was starting to rediscover parts of herself she’d lost.

Six years in the Myers household, and she’d erased herself bit by bit. She’d almost forgotten who Chloe was, beneath the title of “Mrs. Myers“.

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