THE DAY I QUIT HIM NOVEL

Chasing Light, Finding Peace" - by Rohan Verma 86 Summary In Chapter 86 of "Chasing Light, Finding Peace," Mars is confronted with the shocking reality of Lydia's injuries, which evoke a deep sense of panic and concern within him. As Lydia expresses her regret for her actions, Mrs. Lopez, her mother, intervenes and comforts her, leading to a moment of vulnerability that shifts the atmosphere in the room. The onlookers, who had previously enjoyed Lydia's spirited nature, now witness her emotional breakdown, prompting a wave of sympathy and concern among them.

As the situation escalates, a friend suggests that Lydia should be taken to the hospital, and Mars, despite his flustered demeanor, acknowledges the urgency of the situation. Mrs. Lopez remains focused on her daughter's well-being, while also hinting at her own hidden agendas regarding Lydia's feelings for Mars. The tension mounts as Mars tries to explain the circumstances that led to Lydia's outburst, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt as he navigates the complex dynamics of their relationships.

The chapter takes a turn when Lydia reveals her jealousy over Mars's actions, particularly regarding new secretaries at his office. This revelation ignites a mix of emotions in Mars, who feels both exasperation and an unexpected sense of pride. As Mrs. Lopez momentarily leaves the room, Mars and Lydia share an intimate moment that blurs the lines of their relationship, filled with desire and unspoken feelings. This scene is charged with tension, showcasing the complexities of their bond amidst the chaos.

Meanwhile, Autumn, watching the unfolding drama from afar, experiences her own turmoil as she grapples with the embarrassment of witnessing Mars and Lydia's intimate moment. Her frustration peaks as she fumbles with the tablet, inadvertently amplifying the sounds of their encounter, leading to a mortifying situation. Despite the chaos, Owen remains composed, offering support to Autumn, which leads to a surprising moment of connection between them.

As they navigate the fallout of the evening, the chapter encapsulates themes of jealousy, vulnerability, and the intricate web of relationships that bind the characters together. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Chasing Light, Finding Peace - by Rohan Verma** **Chapter 86** Mars had never anticipated the extent of Lydia's injuries. The sight of blood seeping from her wounds sent a jolt of panic coursing through him, making his heart race. "Are you okay, Lydia?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, though he felt a knot tightening in his stomach.

"Sorry, Mom, I got a little carried away and didn't realize how hard I was hitting..." Lydia's voice trailed off, her eyes wide with a mix of regret and defiance. Just as she was about to launch into a spirited rebuttal, Mrs. Lopez, with a swift and deliberate motion, dug her fingers into Lydia's waist. The unspoken message was clear, and in an instant, Lydia crumpled into her mother's embrace, her sobs echoing in the small room, raw and unrestrained. The atmosphere in the private space shifted palpably.

The onlookers, who had witnessed Lydia's fiery spirit on countless occasions, now found themselves confronted with a heart-wrenching scene-her vulnerability laid bare. Their expressions morphed from amusement to concern, and a murmur of sympathy rippled through the group. One brave soul stepped forward, breaking the tension. "You should really take her to a hospital, man. You don't want her to end up with scars," he advised, his tone a mix of urgency and camaraderie. "Right, right-get your girl-oh, I mean, get Lydia to the hospital first," Mars stammered, quickly correcting himself.

The slip of the tongue hung awkwardly in the air, as everyone present understood the complicated nature of his relationship with Lydia. It was an unspoken rule that he should tread carefully, especially in front of her mother. Mrs. Lopez, however, feigned ignorance, choosing to ignore the slip. She had her own plans for Lydia, ones that would never see the light of day. Coaching her daughter on how to navigate her feelings for her brother-in-law was one thing; letting those schemes unravel in front of her was another. "I've already called 911.

The ambulance will be here soon," she announced, her voice steady, though her heart raced with worry. The others exchanged glances, each silently weighing their options before making their excuses to leave. One by one, they filtered out of the room, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on their shoulders. The club's staff arrived shortly after, ushering the hostesses away, leaving only Lydia, her mother, and Mars in the dimly lit room. The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words. Finally, Mrs. Lopez broke the stillness.

"Mars, no matter what happened, you can't be this rough with Lydia. How am I supposed to explain this to her father and Autumn?" Her voice was firm, but the underlying concern was palpable. Autumn, who had been watching the unfolding drama on a monitor, raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued at the mention of her name. She leaned in closer, her curiosity about Mars's involvement intensifying. A flicker of guilt crossed Mars's face at the realization of the mess they were in. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Mom, you can't pin this all on me.

I came here to unwind because I was in a bad mood, and then Lydia just had to show up and create a scene... How do you think it looks when she throws a fit like that in front of everyone?" "Autumn never nags me about these things. I've treated Lydia well. Does she really need to keep me on a leash to feel secure?" His voice rose slightly, frustration creeping in. Mrs. Lopez shot Lydia a penetrating look, her disappointment evident. She had always taught her daughter the importance of tact when dealing with men.

Making a scene was never the answer, no matter how justified the emotions might be. A little drama was acceptable, but one could never afford to lose control; it was a sure way to push a man away. "Lydia's just been spoiled by her father and me, you know that, Mars. She doesn't mean any harm," Mrs. Lopez continued, her tone softening slightly. "What's done is done. The priority right now is getting her to the hospital," Mars replied, his voice firm yet understanding. He sensed the shift in Mrs. Lopez's demeanor, recognizing that she knew Lydia had crossed a line today.

As expected, the tension in Mars's expression eased somewhat. "Don't worry, I'll ensure the doctors use the best medicine. I won't let Lydia have any scars," he promised, his voice low and reassuring. Lydia, feeling a mix of indignation and vulnerability, continued to sniffle, her emotions still raw. Mars's heart softened further, and he felt compelled to share the truth about why he had come to the club that night. "The only reason I came here to drink was because I was stressed out. And then you show up and start a fight. What was the point?

Are you happy now that it's come to this?" Tears glistening in her eyes, Lydia replied, "I just found out you hired a bunch of hot new secretaries at the office, and then I walk in on you with hostesses at the club. How could I not be mad? Go ask any woman if she could stand for that." The revelation of Lydia's jealousy struck Mars like a bolt of lightning, igniting a complex mix of exasperation and pride within him. Mrs.

Lopez, recognizing the emotional undercurrents, shot Lydia a look that seemed to say, "Keep going." With a quick excuse, she slipped out of the room to check on the status of the ambulance, leaving Mars and Lydia alone. Mars pulled Lydia into his arms, his heart aching at the sight of her body marred by cuts from the broken glass and her cheek swollen from his slap. She looked both pitiful and undeniably desirable, stirring something deep within him. Lydia sensed his reaction immediately. Despite the pain, she began to play along seductively, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Mars's hand slid beneath the hem of Lydia's shirt, a surge of desire igniting between them. Meanwhile, in the restaurant, Autumn slammed her hand down in frustration, instinctively covering the screen. "What's wrong?" Owen asked, looking up from his meal, concern etched on his face. Autumn's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Nothing-" she began, but then remembered she hadn't muted the audio. Suddenly, the room was filled with the unmistakable sounds of passion-moans and breathless gasps that made her freeze in horror. God, what did I do to deserve this?

she thought, mortified. Was there anything more absurd than witnessing a live scene of intimacy between her soon-to-be ex-husband and her sister while sitting with her potential next partner? In a panic, Autumn fumbled to turn off the sound, but instead, she accidentally cranked the volume up. The sounds of their shameless encounter echoed loudly, amplifying her embarrassment to unbearable levels. Social suicide! This is total social suicide! she screamed internally as her face burned with humiliation. To her surprise, Owen remained remarkably unfazed.

He calmly took the tablet from her trembling hands, averting his gaze from the scandalous display, and turned the volume down before placing it face-down on the table. "Let's eat first," he suggested, his tone steady and composed. Autumn nodded numbly, wishing for the ground to swallow her whole. The desire to engage with Owen felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the chaos unfolding around her. The rest of the meal was consumed in an unprecedented silence. Autumn kept her head down, focused on her plate.

Perhaps it was the pregnancy, but her appetite had surged, and as she ate, she found a semblance of calm returning to her frayed nerves. Owen, who typically had a light appetite, found himself drawn to her enthusiasm for the food. He joined her, taking a couple more bowls of rice, a silent show of support. After settling the bill, Owen picked up the tablet and extended his hand toward Autumn. "Let's go." Confusion washed over her as she stared at his outstretched hand. "Did you forget something?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

Owen pressed his lips together, stepping closer to her, and took her hand gently in his. The moment their skin made contact, a warm, distinctly masculine heat radiated from his palm, coursing through her body and igniting a flutter of unexpected feelings. Autumn was taken aback. Owen had always appeared so cool and detached, yet she never imagined he would possess such warmth. "Watch your step," he advised, walking half a step ahead of her as if to clear a path. Though Autumn felt capable of navigating on her own, the careful attention was surprisingly pleasant.

His strong, warm hand enveloped hers, and a small smile crept onto her lips, washing away the negativity from the betrayal she had just endured. "Can you send me that recording?" she asked, remembering her need to collect evidence of Mars and Lydia's affair. Owen paused, turning back to her, a perplexed expression crossing his face. "You want it?" he asked, his tone hinting at both surprise and curiosity. Conclusion As the chaos of the night began to settle, Mars found himself grappling with the weight of his actions and the tangled emotions that bound him to Lydia.

The confrontation had stripped away the bravado they both wore like armor, revealing their vulnerabilities and insecurities. In that dimly lit room, amidst the tension and pain, a flicker of understanding ignited between them. Mars realized that beneath Lydia's fiery exterior lay a deep well of hurt and jealousy, emotions he had unwittingly provoked. Their bond, fraught with complications and unspoken desires, had reached a pivotal moment, forcing them to confront their feelings head-on.

The promise he made to protect her, to ensure she wouldn't bear scars, resonated beyond the physical realm-it was a vow to navigate the emotional landscape they now found themselves in together. Meanwhile, Autumn's experience at the restaurant served as a stark reminder of the fragility of relationships. The shock of witnessing Mars and Lydia's intimacy shattered her sense of security, yet it also pushed her to reevaluate her own feelings towards Owen.

The warmth of his hand in hers was a surprising comfort amidst the turmoil, offering a glimpse of hope and connection that she hadn't anticipated. As they left the restaurant, Autumn felt the stirrings of a new beginning, one that could pave the way for healing and growth. The night had been filled with chaos and betrayal, but it also illuminated the paths they could take toward peace, both for herself and for Mars and Lydia.

With Lydia's injuries serving as a painful reminder of the chaos that erupted, Mars will grapple with his feelings of guilt and desire, leading to a deeper exploration of their complicated relationship. As he navigates the murky waters of his affection for Lydia, the tension is set to escalate, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, wondering how far Mars is willing to go to protect her and reconcile their tumultuous bond.

Simultaneously, Autumn's unexpected connection with Owen will take center stage, as their shared experience of witnessing the shocking events forces them to confront their own feelings. The dynamic between the two will shift, revealing layers of vulnerability and attraction that neither of them anticipated. Will Autumn embrace this newfound warmth, or will the specter of betrayal cloud her judgment? As the narrative unfolds, expect to see pivotal moments that challenge both couples, intertwining their fates in ways that will leave readers eager for resolution.