I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 698

My eyes widened in shock. “What?”

Wasn't Horace my lover? How could he… be just like in my dreams, the one who saved my life but ended up with a broken leg?

“She has amnesia. Why are you wasting your breath on her?” Suddenly, a familiar yet strange voice came from the side. I turned to see Verna, whom I'd met once before, standing by the garden and staring at me.

“Zephyra, you’re so cruel. If Mr. Lancaster really drives Horace to his death, the man you truly love will be gone. By then, it'll be too late for regrets.”

Their cryptic words made my head throb with a sudden pain, but I clenched my fists, my tone sharp.

“If you're here to tell me the truth, then spit it out. But if you've teamed up just to cause trouble for me, I don't care if you're his best friend or his fiancée. I'll have security deal with you, and I guarantee you'll be leaving on a stretcher.”

Verna sneered. “Your story is a long one. Let's find a place to sit. I'll tell you everything.”

I turned to leave, but her voice grew colder. “Before you lost your memory, you'd already died several times. Your life has been reset. I mean actually died, and actually started over. You've been the other woman for lifetimes. Don't you want to know why?”

At her words, I froze. The dream of being killed by a truck flashed through my mind, along with many other stories with Steven that seemed to start over and over. My face instantly went pale.

No way. Had I been… reborn?

How many other things has Steven been hiding from me? He promised he wouldn't keep secrets from me anymore!

I had my bodyguards with me, so we found a nearby café. The second floor had private rooms where we wouldn't be disturbed.

Rachel stood by the floor-to-ceiling window while Verna wasted no time getting straight to the point. From her, I learned the story of my past three lives with Steven and Horace.

It was utterly absurd. She claimed that she and Steven were the real couple and that I had stolen her place for three lifetimes, that I deserved to die. If I didn’t step aside this time and continued to seduce Steven, not only would I die, but Horace would die too.

Falling from a broken bridge into the sea, being caught in a landslide… she claimed it was all divine retribution for my actions.

I only had three bodyguards with me. They could handle women like Verna and Rachel, but they were barely a match for these brutes. There was nowhere to run on the second floor; I had to get downstairs.

Verna stood off to the side, detached from the chaos. Rachel was desperately trying to protect me. I couldn't figure her out—she was the one who slapped me, but now she was shielding me. I gritted my teeth, told her to run, and seized an opportunity to dash downstairs. But I'd only taken two steps when someone shoved me hard from behind. Caught completely off guard, I tumbled down the stairs.

The café staircase was narrow, with many blind spots.

I hit every part of my body on the way down, the pain excruciating. As I collapsed at the bottom, I could feel blood seeping from the back of my head, and more blood pooling beneath me…

It hurt so much, I felt like I was once again heading toward one of the tragic deaths from my dreams.

Rachel was screaming in terror and running toward me, but I couldn't hear anything. A sharp pain shot through my head as unfamiliar yet strangely familiar images flashed before my eyes, and my heart began to ache with a piercing pain.

My vision started to blacken. Just before I passed out, I saw a very familiar figure sprinting toward me. His panicked, desperate voice, just as broken and terrified as I remembered, cried out, “Zephyra—”