I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 10

Rachel trailed off, and I didn’t fill the silence.

Realizing she had touched a sore spot, she quickly changed the subject and disappeared into her room.

I went to my own room but couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning until dawn. I had just drifted off when the shrill ring of my phone jolted me awake.

Suppressing a wave of irritation, I answered without looking at the screen. “Who the hell is calling at this hour?”

A low, familiar voice came from the other end. Steven. And if I listened closely, I could hear a hint of urgency.

“Zephyra, where are you?”

Steven?

My foggy brain snapped into focus. I opened my eyes and saw it was only 5:30 in the morning. A fresh wave of anger washed over me.

“Steven, are you insane? What do you want this early?”

He was quiet for a moment. “I had a dream you hurt yourself. That you died. It was… graphic.”

My fists clenched. “Are you so obsessed with the idea of me dying that you’re dreaming about it now? And besides, if I were really dying, what good would calling my phone do? You think answering a call would save me?”

In my past life, when I needed surgery, he was the one they had to call for a signature.

But now, I was perfectly fine, which made his words sound ridiculous.

Steven seemed to realize the absurdity of it himself and didn't argue the point.

“Where are the medicines kept? And where do you boil the water?”

Ah. That bastard. He was trying to use me as his personal assistant again.

I was starting to suspect the whole dream story was just a ploy to get me to find things for him.

I ignored him, about to hang up, but then he said in a low voice, “Zephyra, my stomach hurts.”

“You’re damn right I have,” I shot back proudly. “I only care about money. Money is a thousand times better than you are. What do you have to offer? A mountain of flaws. Picky about food, picky about people, a total germaphobe, cold, arrogant, and with a face that never shows emotion. Oh, and you can’t even get it up. Pathetic.”

In my past life, I was a dutiful, uncomplaining housewife, and what did it get me? Nothing. I lost everything—the man and the money.

This time, at least I was going to get the money.

“Zephyra!” he growled through gritted teeth.

He was clearly about to launch into a tirade. I hung up without a second thought and closed my eyes, ready to go back to sleep. But before I could even put my phone down, he called back.

I rejected the call again, a thrill of satisfaction running through me.

In my past life, he was always the one hanging up on me. I never thought I’d have the chance to do it to him.

This time, I no longer had to walk on eggshells, constantly terrified of annoying him, of displeasing him, of boring him.

From now on, I wasn't anyone's wife or anyone's daughter-in-law. I was just me, and I was going to be happy.