I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 117

A small lamp was on by the bed, and there was Steven, lying on my bed. His handsome face was pale as he slept, his long fingers fumbling for the phone on the nightstand.

I hung up, and the ringing stopped.

I walked over to him, staring at his face in disbelief.

“Steven, what are you doing in my bed?”

The man who despised me was sleeping in my room, in my bed. It was unthinkable.

Steven stirred, slowly opening his eyes. His dark, deep-set gaze met mine. He looked like he had just woken up, but there was an exhaustion about him that I’d never seen before.

His voice was hoarse. “Are you moving back in?”

“Of course not,” I said immediately.

He closed his eyes again, his voice heavy with fatigue. “This villa is mine. This room is mine. If you’re not coming back, then this is my room. Is there a problem?”

There was no problem.

I bit my lip, still confused. “I’m just surprised. Don’t you hate me?”

If I disliked someone, I would never sleep in their bed. I wouldn’t even want to walk past their room. And it wasn’t like he didn’t have his own room. Why would he sleep in his soon-to-be ex-wife’s bed?

Could it be that he missed me?

Steven’s eyes opened again. They were bloodshot, and he looked utterly drained.

I glanced around my old bedroom. It looked the same as when I’d left. It was spacious, and when I opened the closet, I saw that I had taken most of my things. The only items left were new dresses I’d never worn, mostly in black and white.

I actually loved bright, vibrant colors, but I’d bought mostly black, white, and gray clothes to match Steven’s wardrobe, hoping for a “couple’s look.”

But in this life and the last, we had rarely appeared in public together, except at family gatherings. And even then, I was always humiliated. Yet, I had treasured those moments, because they were the rare occasions when I could stand by his side as his wife, wearing matching outfits for everyone to see.

I sighed. “The ultimate doormat. That’s why I ended up with nothing.”

I closed the closet and turned to leave, but then I noticed a piece of paper on the nightstand. I thought I had packed everything. How could I have missed something?

Curious, I picked it up. The paper was torn in half and crumpled, as if it had been balled up in anger.

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