My Unchosen Ex Chases Reborn Me (Soren and Fiona) novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251 Tangled Currents

“Our young lord hardly seems the patient sort anymore,” the woman lounging beside Fiona said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper that still glittered with mischief. “I heard from my brother that he often catches Lord Soren staring into space. Tell me, Ms. Fiona, could it be the lady he fancies refuses even to look his way?”

Fiona offered a poised, inscrutable smile and let the gossip drift around her like harmless smoke.

The very moment Fiona turned her head toward Xavier, Soren’s gaze broke away as if yanked by an unseen hook.

Had Xavier been her husband, Soren might have forced himself to swallow the sour taste rising in his chest. Yet the truth was brutal in its clarity–by every unspoken promise, Fiona belonged to him alone.

That knowledge kindled a dark–green flame no amount of courtesy could smother. He bent over his teacup, hiding the spark of jealousy behind a measured sip. Steady yourself, Soren.

Elijah–Rita’s husband–tilted his head, attempting casual conversation. “Lord Soren, this journey you’re making to Broadmoor might keep you away quite some time, yes?”

Soren murmured his reply half–heartedly.

Elijah heard the chill between those words. Hmm… Today’s the wedding banquet of Ms. Roxanne and the Fourth Prince. Is Soren this gloomy because Ms. Roxanne’s getting married?

The idea left Elijah wearing a cagey, almost amused expression. One never would have guessed that Soren’s heart beat in that direction.

News of Zachary’s imminent, triumph–laden return to Jexburgh had already swept through the banquet. Overnight, the very same Fiona whom many households once called a wasted match had become the most coveted prize in the hall.

Every eligible gentleman, obvious or discreet, kept their eyes trained on her.

Lewis Chambers from the Havenford Estate, cheeks aflame with eagerness, suddenly blurted, “Mr. Niven should be back in Jexburgh any day now, shouldn’t he?” He had originally taken a liking to Fiona, but unfortunately, his family had some concerns. Voicing the question now only made his own urgency painfully transparent.

Both Soren and Xavier glanced at him–one look was enough to strip the veneer from his intentions.

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Lewis scrambled for dignity. “1-1 deeply respect Mr. Niven. When he’s back in Jexburgh, I intend to pay my respects at the Niven Estate.”

Alas, the feeble excuse hung in the air; everyone saw through it.

Those pampered

Irritation coiled in Soren’s gut as he drummed his fingers against his cup. scions had scoffed at friendship with the Nivens a year ago; now they rushed to mend fences, believing late flattery would dazzle Zachary. Hmph. How pathetic.

Yet when Soren considered which gentleman the Niven family might truly favor, his gaze settled on Xavier. The latter remained serenely unreadable, neither proud nor nervous, as though the entire charade concerned someone else entirely.

“Walk with me,” Soren muttered, rising before irritation could harden into something uglier.

Xavier inclined his head. “Happy to accept your invitation, Lord Soren.”

They slipped into a narrow grove beyond the lantern–lit pavilions. Shadows of birch and pine traded trivial banquet music for quiet birdsong, the hush cooling their tempers as surely as night air.

Xavier broke the stillness first. “Whatever weighs on you, speak freely, Lord Soren.”

“You once shared your dream with me,” Soren began, his voice low, deliberate. “I have had one as well. In mine, she dies–still confined within the Zonfrillo Estate.”

Xavier listened without a word, his silence neither agreeing nor denying, merely allowing the confession to unfurl.

Soren’s lips curved into a frost–thin smile as his eyes drilled into the other man. “She is not your wife, Xavier. I’m sure I must have been the same person in essence in my previous life–I may no like her, but I’m never one to forsake the wife who has stood by me through thick and thin.”

Xavier met the accusation with steady calm, the night wind rustling through the grove while neither man surrendered another inch.

On the surface, Soren carried himself with unhurried grace, yet every subtle twitch betrayed a desperate need for reassurance. He had to know he was the only man in Fiona’s life, and the mere hint of another burned like acid in his chest. Jealousy–petty, raw, unmistakably human -was cascading from a gentleman who, minutes ago, had seemed carved from marble.

Xavier let the memory of another lifetime drift across his mind. In that world, he, too, had tasted this jealousy when Zephyr announced he would seize Fiona as his concubine.

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Chapter 251 Tangled Currents

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“Lord Soren, do you truly believe the bare facts matter? What matters is what Fiona wants. Even if a thousand truths claw at your heart, if she feels nothing for you, those truths turn to dust.”

Soren’s shoulders jerked almost imperceptibly. A throb, sharp and unexpected, pressed against

his ribs.

“I have no wish to intrude upon her life,” he said, voice pared down to steadiness. “I only hope to learn what happened to us in the life before this one.”

“The more you discover, the tighter the chains become,” Xavier answered. “You can’t ditch your responsibility of giving the Zonfrillo family an heir. Sooner or later, you will marry and have children, so why dwell on the past? Choose another bride now, and you may escape the deeper hurt.”

Soren found no counterargument. For the sake of his family, he could not remain single.

Yet the very notion of marriage tasted like stale bread. In his heart, he already felt the weight of a husband’s vow; any future wedding could never feel like the first, true union.

Back at the hall, lights glimmering off red lacquered screens, Soren–kin to the royal family- placed himself beside Cornelius and intercepted cup after cup meant for the groom.

“Many thanks,” Cornelius murmured, cheeks already flushed.

Elijah, on the other hand, saw through the charade at once. Ha. Soren’s not helping Cornelius at all. He’s simply drowning his sorrows. Cornelius, you fool. The man you just thanked is nursing thoughts of your bride!

“People only learn to cherish what they have after it slips from their fingers,” Elijah muttered, more to the night than to any listener.

The truth pricked him as well. Now that Zachary stood on the verge of high office, Elijah tasted regret like bitter wine. Had he foreseen this rise, he would have courted Fiona, not Rita, whose pride allowed no surrender.

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