I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 661

He said, "If you don't like it, then don't do it. I want to make you happy, not miserable."

I was shocked. "But she's your mother. Is this really okay? Won't you be sad?"

I didn't like my mother-in-law's controlling and overly critical ways, but I never wanted to force Steven to cut ties with her.

I was afraid of putting him in a difficult position, and I didn't want him to earn a bad reputation.

Besides, things weren't so bad that they needed to cut off contact completely.

But Steven just said nonchalantly, "No. No one can make me sad."

I asked instinctively, "What about me? If I left you, you wouldn't be sad then either?"

He stared at me intently. "It's the same. If you want to leave, I won't be sad."

I was stunned for a long, long time, a heavy weight settling in my chest like a stone, an indescribable sadness washing over me.

I suspected Steven was missing some emotional component. He was terrible at handling difficult, complex relationships, incapable of truly forming them. His emotional detachment was terrifyingly rational.

Even though I was his wife, even though I felt he liked me, even though we were often incredibly intimate, and even though he had just cut contact with his own mother for my sake...

...if he wanted to let go, he could discard me at any moment.

This went on for a long time, until one day, a man named Horace entered my life.

The Horace in my dream looked exactly like the real Horace.

The excruciating pain of being run over was gone, replaced by the warmth of his hands spreading through me. I finally broke free from the cruel dream. My head no longer hurt, but my nose stung, and tears began to fall.

"Steven..."

The dream was too real, so real that I was still terrified.

I was so scared. I couldn't help but throw my arms around him, clinging to his neck as I sobbed, "I had a terrible nightmare. I dreamed I died, and it was a horrible death."

Steven's whole body stiffened before he raised his arms to hold me, stroking my back gently. "What did you dream about?"

I sobbed, "I dreamed about you. We were married. You were still strange, but you were good to me—not terrible, anyway. I dreamed about Horace, too. I don't know what happened after that, but in the end, I was pregnant and ran away from home for some reason, and I was killed by two vehicles. The truck ran over me, it hurt so much... so much!"

The man holding me trembled slightly. Out of my sight, his handsome face had turned deathly pale...