I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 110

“I’m just guessing. If you haven’t met her, how could I have? If you’re that curious, why don’t you just ask him next time? Maybe you could even help him win her over. You don’t want to see him lonely forever, do you?”

Her words struck a chord. An image of Horace, bleeding and dying in front of me, flashed through my mind.

In my past life, Horace had been single his whole life—lonely, tragic, and dead because of me. This time, I owed him so much. It would be a good thing if he had someone special in his life.

I nodded firmly. “You’re right. I’ll ask him about it.”

Rachel looked at me, her eyes clouded with an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. She didn’t say anything more, just finished her food quickly and went back to her work.

I went about my own business, but ended up tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. My mind was consumed with how to get evidence of Steven’s affair.

I knew he would cheat soon, but how could I get the proof? I couldn’t exactly stand there and watch it happen; he wouldn't do it then. And I couldn’t follow him because I had no idea what his schedule was.

I spent the whole night agonizing over it and was completely exhausted the next day. When Jacob saw me, he was stunned. “Zephyra, you look awful. Did you pull an all-nighter?”

I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. I collapsed onto my desk. “Yeah, didn’t sleep a wink. Just give me ten minutes.”

My office was private, so no one would see me slacking off. But less than a minute later, the main office area erupted in chatter. I vaguely heard someone mention “Mr. Lancaster,” but I was too tired to focus.

The exhaustion was unbearable. I forced myself to sit up and tried to work on my designs.

Suddenly, a cup of coffee appeared on my desk. I turned to see Jacob’s gentle, smiling face.

“Here, Zephyra. This should help you wake up.”

Jacob continued, “Only weak people cry and beg their ex not to leave. A true champion gets on their knees, grabs their ex’s leg, and refuses to let them move an inch.”

I leaned against his chair, shaking with laughter. I wasn’t tired anymore.

Jacob smiled at me. “Funny, right?”

I nodded enthusiastically. I was about to tell him he could stop, that I was wide awake, when a familiar, cold voice laced with derision cut through the air from the doorway.

“Zephyra—”

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