The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 490

Chapter 490 Is It Revenge

Chapter 490 Is It Revenge

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Harlan let out a tired laugh that barely curved his lips. “Why are you so surprised? Quinn has always been dazzling,” he said. “Falling for her was inevitable. I only hate that I realized it too late.”

If he had understood sooner–if he had dared sooner–perhaps today’s ending would have been written differently.

“Since destiny shut that door,” Weston offered, “why don’t I introduce you to someone new?”

Harlan’s brow creased. He thought it seemed out of character for Weston to say that. “Did my mother put you up to this?”

“Exactly.” Weston gave an unhurried nod. “She’s worried you’ll drown in that old love and never surface.”

Harlan arched an eyebrow. “And no one’s worried about you? You’re a few years older than I am, after all.”

Weston folded his arms. “I’m different. I’m seeing someone.”

“You mean Laura?” Harlan asked. “Are you certain you’re actually dating? She never mentions you when we meet.”

Weston’s expression darkened. “You’ve seen her recently?”

“She probably thinks I’ll do something foolish now that I’m heartbroken,” Harlan replied. “She drops by often and floods my phone with fluff every day.”

Weston’s face tightened. Laura hadn’t called or texted him once–and yet she had energy to shower Harlan with messages. The imbalance stung more than he cared to admit.

Just then, Harlan’s phone chimed. He glanced at the screen and held the device toward Weston. “See? Another one.

Weston snatched the phone. On the display glowed Laura’s newest text: “Harlan, are you coming to the company mixer? We’re co–hosting with a partner firm. Think of it as a break- and, honestly, we need a handsome guy like you to boost the vibe!”

A mixer? Her company actually organizes those? Exactly the kind of empty nonsense I expected.

Masking his irritation, Weston asked aloud, “So–are you going to that mixer?”

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Chapter 490 Is It Revenge

“No,” Harlan said without hesitation.

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“Perfect,” Weston muttered. He typed a curt refusal on Harlan’s phone and pressed send.

Harlan studied him for a beat. “Weston, are you serious about Laura, or just passing time?”

Weston’s fingers froze mid–scroll on the glowing screen. The phone remained suspended in his grip while an uneasy silence pooled around him.

“If she’s just a bit of entertainment to you, Weston, I’m telling you–end it now,” Harlan added.

“Oh? You actually care about her?” The words slipped out, laced with a jealousy he did not even hear in his own voice.

“She’s Quinn’s friend, which makes her my friend too. Uncle, you’ve hurt her once already- don’t force me to choose between you.”

“Hurt her?” Weston let out a short, cold laugh. “I was the one tossed aside–she broke up with me!”

Back then, Laura had chased him with relentless devotion; yet after winning his heart, she discarded him like a trinket she had grown bored with.

While she moved on–fine dinners, new ventures, even flirting with runway models–nothing slowed her momentum.

He, on the other hand, could not unhook her from his mind. Night after night, he jolted awake, heart racing, because the old scene replayed in his dreams: her calm voice on the phone, telling him it was over.

When consciousness returned, a terrible gravity yanked at his chest as though he had plunged into an unseen lake.

Even awake, that dread clung to him.

He had never imagined that a woman who once seemed to love him so fiercely could sever the bond with such ruthless case. Nor had he imagined he would cling to her memory this obsessively.

“So this–what you’re doing now–is revenge?” A flicker of surprise crossed Harlan’s eyes before his tone hardened.

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