Chapter 40: An Unwanted Visit

Thankfully, I had finally moved on from the past. The afternoon meeting had run longer than expected. By the time Summer got back to Brookhaven Estates, it was almost 8 p.m. Her apartment was on the 18th floor, with three units per level.

As the elevator doors slid open, she immediately spotted a familiar figure standing outside her door. Summer blinked. Trevor. He was still in his tailored black suit, tie perfectly in place. He looked sharp and composed—like he had just stepped out of a meeting. The same cold, intimidating aura surrounded him. His brows were furrowed, and there was a shadow of exhaustion beneath his deep-set eyes. It was clear he had been waiting for a while.

Why is he here? Trevor had never come to her place before. He used to say it was too small, too cramped. From a few steps away, she could already smell the strong scent of alcohol. Summer instinctively took a step back. Trevor was always arrogant, always self-centered. And when he drank? His temper was even worse.

Is he here because I hung up on him this afternoon? Did he really come all this way just to cause a scene? Summer thought for a moment, then casually pulled out her phone. Lifting it slightly, she snapped a quick photo. Then she opened WhatsApp, found Peyton’s chat, and sent the picture along with a message:

“Trevor showed up at my place tonight. It looks like he’s finally here to apologize. Haha, Peyton, I guess I’ll forgive him now. Hope that pisses you off.”

After sending the message, she slipped her phone back into her purse. She decided to walk right past him, unlock the door, and act like he wasn’t even there. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she approached.

At the sound, Trevor turned around. His deep, piercing gaze locked onto her. It had only been a few days, yet something about her felt different. It had only been a few days, and she still looked like the same woman he knew. But somehow, she felt different. She seemed brighter, more confident—nothing like the defeated woman he had last seen during their standoff.

Trevor refused to believe it. She’s putting on an act. She’s breaking up with me, and she’s still in a good mood? She has to be faking it. But the fact that she looked so unbothered—that irritated him even more.

Summer could feel his intense gaze burning into her, making her uncomfortable. She ignored him, lowered her head, and quickened her pace. She reached for her keys, ready to open the door—but the second she put the key into the lock, a strong hand grabbed her wrist. With a firm pull, the keys slipped from her grip and clattered onto the floor.

Thrown off balance, Summer stumbled backward—straight into his chest. The scent of whiskey and cologne hit her all at once. She immediately pushed him away.

“Trevor, what the h*ll are you doing?”

Trevor’s dark eyes locked onto hers, his voice low and restrained. “Summer, haven’t you made enough of a scene?”

The word “scene” made her pause. She almost laughed. A scene? So in his eyes, everything she did was just causing a scene. That was why he never took her seriously. That was why he thought throwing money at Stewart Group would be enough to make her back down—again.

Her gaze turned ice-cold. “You think I’m just making a scene?”

Trevor scoffed. “Aren’t you? You knew damn well that Fraser and I are sworn enemies, yet you deliberately went to him for an investment in Stewart Group. You’re not just trying to piss me off—you want me to give in to you. You’ve really learned how to play the game, haven’t you?”

Summer had no interest in arguing with him at her front door. “Trevor, think whatever you want. We’re done.”

His expression darkened, and his voice came out through gritted teeth. “I never agreed to that. It doesn’t count.”

Summer let out a cold laugh. “It takes two people to be in a relationship, but only one to end it. Whether you like it or not, we’re over.”

Trevor had been drinking, and every time she said, “We’re done,” his blood boiled even more. His sharp eyes burned with anger, his voice dark and threatening. “Summer, no. Not happening. Get that idea out of your head!”

Suddenly, he stepped forward, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them against the wall. Summer gasped, completely caught off guard. “Let me go!”

Trevor’s grip was firm, his gaze locked onto hers as he leaned in, about to kiss her. Summer had had enough. Without hesitation, she drove the sharp heel of her stiletto straight into his foot. Trevor let out a sharp grunt, his body tensing in pain as he instinctively pulled back. His grip loosened just enough.

Seizing the moment, Summer shoved him back with everything she had. And then—

Smack! The slap echoed through the dimly lit hallway. Trevor’s head snapped slightly to the side. A red handprint bloomed across his face, deep scratches from her nails making it even more striking. The sheer force of her slap was undeniable.

It stung. Not just the slap—but the realization. Summer’s voice ice-cold. “Trevor, what the h*ll is wrong with you?”

Trevor stood frozen, the slap sobering him up instantly. For the first time, in Summer’s clear, unwavering eyes, he saw it—disgust and indifference. A sudden wave of panic gripped him. Does Summer… hate me? No. No, she loves me. There’s no way she could hate me. It had to be his imagination.

But deep down, he knew—the way she looked at him tonight was different. Her coldness, her resistance, and now, the way she completely pushed him away—it wasn’t just anger. She was done.