I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 133

The first half of his speech made me want to slap him again. Whatever was going on between Horace and me, whether his leg was injured or not, whether I was a vase or not, it was none of Steven’s business. He should just worry about himself and his precious Verna.

But the second half of his speech stopped me cold. A wave of unrestrained joy washed over me. He had finally agreed. He was finally willing to divorce me.

Without hesitation, I looked at him and smiled. “Fine. We’ll get divorced as soon as the deal is closed. Whoever backs out is a coward.”

At my words, his dark eyes grew even colder, like embers about to burst into flame. Just then, my phone, which was on the table, started ringing. I glanced down and saw Horace’s name. A cold laugh sounded from beside me. He didn’t say anything, but I could feel the chill radiating from him.

I ignored him and reached for my phone, my eyes meeting his. “And Steven, even if I am the most worthless vase, I’d rather be shattered into a million pieces than be on display for you. Goodbye, and good riddance.”

His face was a mask of dark fury, but he said nothing more. He turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The room was finally quiet, except for the ringing of my phone.

I sat back down and answered. “Horace.”

His cool voice was tinged with a smile. “I saw your message. How are you settling in? Are you adjusting okay?”

I took a bite of my steak. The argument with Steven had left it nearly cold, but the prospect of divorce had lifted my spirits considerably. “I’m fine,” I said cheerfully. “What are you up to?”

He didn’t answer right away. After a moment of silence, he said softly, “Zephyra, someone wants to sign me as a singer. It’s a major entertainment company, a legitimate offer. If I take it, a lot of people could hear my music. What do you think? Should I do it?”

“A singer? You mean, in the entertainment industry?” I was shocked. This had never happened in my past life. But since I hadn't intentionally altered this part of his path, I could only assume that in his past life, he had turned it down. I could hear the excitement in his voice. His voice was perfect for singing, especially love songs that could melt your heart. Why had he refused?

“Your singing is amazing,” I said. “If you’re interested, you should go for it.”

“I’m worried I’ll drift apart from you and Rachel,” he admitted. “Once you’re in the industry, your schedule isn’t your own.”