I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 78

I waited outside the conference room for what felt like an eternity, but the meeting dragged on. Eventually, I grew tired and went to Steven's office, sinking into his chair to wait. Before I knew it, I had drifted off, my head resting on his desk.

In a hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, I heard footsteps approaching. They grew closer, then stopped right beside me. My eyelids felt heavy as lead, but I felt a light, tickling sensation on my lips, as if something soft was pressing against them.

With a great effort, I forced my eyes open and saw Steven standing over me. I shot upright, my vision still blurry. I couldn't make out the expression on his face. "Steven, is the meeting over?"

"Yes," he replied flatly. The mark on his lip from where I'd bitten him was still visible. He glanced at me coolly. "Are you here to apologize?"

I frowned, my face twisting as if I'd tasted something sour. "I didn't do anything wrong. What would I apologize for?"

We had argued yesterday, and it had been ugly, but why would he think I was here to apologize? If anyone should be apologizing, it was him. He had insulted me and then forced a kiss on me. He was the one at fault.

Steven snorted and sat down in his chair, picking up a file. "If you're not here to apologize, then what do you want?"

I looked at his perfect profile. "I'm here to talk about the divorce, of course. Steven, this is your last chance. Agree to the divorce now, and I'll only take a million in the settlement. If you don't, I'll make sure you end up paying me at least ten times that amount."

I stared at him, bewildered. I placed my hands on his desk. "Steven, did you hear me? I said Verna is with my people. She's leaving the country, and you don't even want to say goodbye?"

This was completely out of character. He was obsessed with Verna. He used to get angry if I even mentioned her name. Now she was in my "custody," and he wasn't the least bit concerned? Had he lost his mind?

"She's just leaving the country, not dying. We don't need a dramatic farewell," he said dismissively, his tone laced with irritation. "Instead of worrying about Verna, let's talk about you. I've already paid back the three hundred thousand you owed Horace. Zephyra, you now owe me three hundred thousand. And I expect you to pay it back. With interest."