Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 506

“Zachary… my leg hurts.”

The words were soft, almost childlike, but they hit him like a sledgehammer.

His pupils shrank, his entire body tensing as he instinctively looked down at her leg.

“…Why does it hurt?”

A stiff, pained smile twisted on his lips—one that looked more like he was about to cry.

Sarah wasn’t even fully conscious, yet tears streamed silently down her face.

Her right hand clutched at her thigh—the exact spot where he knew she had a scar.

That scar.

Buried deep in her subconscious, hidden beneath years of suppressed memories.

People say that when you’re drunk, the truth slips out—the things buried so deep inside you, the things you never speak about when you’re sober.

And now, Zachary was terrified.

Because if those painful memories resurfaced—if she finally remembered—she would realize that things weren’t what she thought they were.

And then what?

Would she ever be able to face him again?

Would she ever forgive him?

“Sasa… will you ever believe me?” His voice was uncertain, unsteady.

Sarah shook her head weakly. “No… it was all lies.”

The night was cold, the air heavy with dew. After walking for a while, Sarah suddenly stopped.

She swayed, then leaned her head against his arm, her voice slurred.

“I can’t walk anymore. I’m home now. I wanna sleep…”

And with that, she started to sink to the ground, as if she truly believed she was home.

Zachary caught her just in time.

“You’re not home yet, Sasa.”

She didn’t respond.

Didn’t open her eyes.

Didn’t make any effort to stand.

Left with no choice, Zachary crouched down and lifted her onto his back.

Sarah rested against him obediently, her voice barely above a whisper.

She rested quietly against him. "Why give her what was only meant for me?"

Zachary froze for a moment as he understood her meaning, but stayed silent.

Walking step by step, he felt his back growing damp. Then he heard Sarah's soft sobs. "Sasa?"

His brows immediately furrowed.

“Why is it you?” His tone darkened, displeasure flickering in his eyes.

He hated seeing Zachary anywhere near Sarah, and this—seeing him carrying her like this—made his chest tighten uncomfortably.

Zachary hesitated, unsure how to explain why he had been the one to bring her back. After a brief pause, he finally said, “Sasa and Scarlett went to the bar to unwind. My people found them, so I brought her home.”

He tried to sound as neutral as possible, straightforward.

But he wasn’t sure if it mattered.

Because sometimes, no matter how honest the explanation, people only hear what they want to hear.

Some things…

Some stories…

Had their endings written long before they even began.

Melvin frowned as he pulled Sarah away. "Thank you, Mr. Reynolds. I'll treat you to dinner another day, but right now I need to take care of Sasa. Please excuse us."

Zachary hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. Sanders, please don't tell her I was the one who brought her home."

Melvin didn't quite understand his meaning but nodded anyway.

"Where's Zachary?" Vivian angrily threw the hangover soup across the room.

"Miss Wilson," Marianne said worriedly, "you've had so much to drink. You really should have some hangover soup."