I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 6

That felt good.

Getting a divorce was liberating. Once you stop caring, you’re afraid of no one.

From now on, anyone who wanted to put up with that kind of abuse was welcome to it. I was out.

After such an eventful day, I was exhausted and quickly fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already ten at night.

I went downstairs to find the villa shrouded in darkness. Clearly, just like in my past life, Steven had no intention of coming home.

A mocking smile touched my lips. I was used to it. I quietly cleaned up the dishes from my earlier meal and then cooked myself a proper, delicious dinner.

I would never again let another person cause me to starve myself or neglect my own well-being.

Once I had eaten my fill, I packed a bag without a second’s hesitation. I left the villa I had once so lovingly decorated and checked into a hotel for the night.

Tomorrow, besides the divorce, I had something incredibly important to do.

And it was something that absolutely could not fail.

***

The next morning, I was jolted awake by a call from Steven.

“Zephyra!” His voice, tight with anger, crackled through the phone. “What did you say to my mother last night?”

I rubbed my groggy eyes and vaguely recalled my conversation with his mother. A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

“What did I say? Sounds like you already know.”

“By the way, when is your mom taking you to the doctor?”

There was a long pause on his end. I could practically picture him, his face dark, his eyes shooting daggers.

Sure enough, when he spoke again, his voice was dangerously cold. “Zephyra, reverse psychology won’t work on me. I have no interest in sleeping with you.”

I stretched languidly, rolling over in bed.

“You’ve gotten quite a temper lately. I tell you one thing, you do another. Why would you put breakfast on the second floor? You know I always eat downst—”

His footsteps stopped abruptly. His voice cut off. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

After a long, tense silence, his voice came through the phone again, low and heavy with pressure.

“Zephyra, what is the meaning of this divorce agreement?”

Before leaving last night, I had printed out two copies. There was no point in dragging this out.

I pictured his expression at that moment—that handsome face must be a mask of fury.

The thought brought me a certain grim satisfaction.

“It means exactly what you think it means,” I said calmly. “I’ve already signed my copy. And don’t worry, I’m willing to leave with nothing. I won’t take a single cent from you.”

“From now on, we go our separate ways. We’ll be free to live our own lives and never see each other again—”