# Chapter 260: The Cane Falls on the Family
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? I hope you're ready for another intense, spine-tingling ride, because today we're diving headfirst into Chapter 260 of **"Remarried After I Secretly Divorced the CEO"** —and trust me, this one is a storm. If you thought Autumn had finally let out all her anger, think again. The Lewis household has never seen a day like this, and by the end of this chapter, you'll be both cheering and biting your nails. Let's step right into the chaos.
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There are moments in life when a person simply snaps—not out of madness, but out of a long, suffocating accumulation of pain that can no longer be buried. Today, Autumn Lewis was that person. She had just dared to raise her hand against both of the Lewis brothers—Hector and Simon—sending a shockwave through the entire household. The air was thick with disbelief. Servants froze, eyes wide. No one dared to breathe.
But for Autumn, the trembling of her own hands was the only thing she felt. Not fear. Not hesitation. Pure, red-hot release.
Susan, crouched in a corner like a frightened hen, stared at the scene unfolding before her. Her mind raced. *Today Autumn truly seemed mad. She actually dared to strike both of the Lewis brothers. Doesn't she fear the family would ban her from ever setting foot in the house again?*
For a split second, a wicked thought glittered in Susan's eyes. *If Autumn never returns... then all of Ginny's shares would fall to Luna. With no one left to fight them for it.* The very idea made her pulse quicken with excitement. She could almost taste the victory—her daughter Luna, sitting pretty on a mountain of wealth that rightfully belonged to Autumn.
But before her daydream could bloom, the unthinkable happened.
Autumn bent down slowly, her movements eerily calm. She picked up the cane from the floor—the very the instrument of her rage—and gave it a sharp, deliberate swing in Susan's direction. Whoosh. The whistle of the cane sliced through the silence.
Susan's neck recoiled instantly, her whole body trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. Her face drained of every color.
Autumn's gaze was ice cold, colder than a winter grave. Her lips curled into a mirthless smile. "Well, well. If you hadn't stepped up, I might have forgotten you in all this. Funny, isn't it? When those two were getting beaten, you kept quiet—safe in your little corner, watching. But now that it's over, you suddenly find your voice? Hmm?"
Susan's mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"Those were your words, weren't they?" Autumn stepped closer, the cane tapping the floor like a judge's gavel. "That I should take my anger out on you. If I let you off now, wouldn't that make me ungrateful for your generous offer?"
Susan's lips quivered. She hadn't meant it literally! She was just trying to seem dutiful and brave in front of the family—or perhaps to coax Autumn into some foolish act. But now that she realized Autumn was actually going to do it, panic seized her heart.
"So yes," Autumn continued, her voice rising, "you deserve a beating too. My mother treated you so well—gave you a home, a position, her trust—and how did you repay her? You climbed into my father's bed behind her back." Her voice cracked with raw venom. "That's how you showed gratitude for her kindness? That's how you thanked her?"
Before Susan could stammer out a single excuse, Autumn's cane came down hard across her body. A sharp, wet thud—then a scream that echoed through the walls.
"You ungrateful, backstabbing mistress!" Autumn's arm swung again and again. "You robbed my mother of her dignity. You kept her from seeing her sons one last time before she died! Do you know how much that broke her heart? Do you know what you stole from her?"
Susan crumpled to the floor, but Autumn didn't stop.
"You and your daughter weren't content with destroying her life—you tried to take mine too!" Her mind flashed back to the day of her divorce, when that mother and daughter marched into the house with smug, false smiles, pretending to be benevolent while tearing her world apart. She remembered the last three anniversaries of her mother's death, when they showed up year after year, repeating the same shameless tricks, desecrating her grief with their fake sympathy.
The memory made Autumn's hatred boil over like a volcano. Her arm swung harder, faster, fueled by years of silent suffering.
Stars burst in Susan's vision. Dizzy and reeling, her eyes rolled back in her head. She let out one final, pitiful moan—and collapsed into unconsciousness.
The room fell silent.
Then Richard vaulted forward, his face dark with shock and something that looked disturbingly like disgust. He scooped Susan's limp body into his arms and turned to face Autumn with a bitter, accusing glare.
"Autumn, now you've beaten the whole family. Are you satisfied?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He didn't even glance back. He carried Susan out the door, heading for the hospital, leaving Autumn standing alone in the wreckage of her own fury.
The worst part? He didn't spare a single word for Ginny's frail condition. Not one. His own mother was wasting away, and all he cared about was his mistress's bruises.
Hector and Simon also slunk away, nursing their wounds, their heads low like beaten stray dogs. No one stayed. No one looked at Autumn with anything but fear or hatred.
But someone else did.
Ginny—tiny, fragile, yet steady as an ancient tree—gently took Autumn's reddened hands. Her old fingers carefully massaged the sore knuckles, her voice soft with worry. "Autumn, does your hand hurt? Should Renee bring some ointment for you?"
Autumn shook her head, her body finally loosening. She crouched down until she was eye level with her grandmother, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm fine, Grandma. What matters is that you rest and take care of yourself. I'll come by often to see you, I promise."
Now that she knew Ginny's health wasn't good, she was determined to visit more often. Her grandmother's greatest wish was to see her happy with the man she loved. Autumn's heart squeezed. Perhaps it was time to ask Keith if he could come meet Ginny—just the three of them sharing a meal. Enough for Ginny to see with her own eyes that her granddaughter was finally loved, finally cherished.
Ginny squeezed her hand tightly. "Good. I know you're devoted. Next time they give you trouble, just tell me. I'll make it right for you."
All these years, no matter what Autumn had endured, Ginny had seen it all. She had felt every wound, every tear, every silent cry. She had kept her peace for so long—hoping the family would soften, hoping her granddaughter would be spared. But if they wouldn't stop… if they kept pushing… then Ginny would no longer stay silent.
She knew her granddaughter carried years of bottled-up anger. She also knew today's violent release was not just about the cane—it was about everything. And if that release freed Autumn's heart, then so be it. It would be better for her health in the long run.
Ginny looked at Autumn's face, her eyes suddenly burning with fierce tenderness. Her Autumn deserved the best the world could offer. How could she ever be the worthless girl they had always seen? How could they not see the fire, the courage, the unbroken spirit inside her?
Ginny pulled her granddaughter into a gentle embrace, patting her back. "My brave girl. Hold your head high. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
Autumn closed her eyes, letting the warmth of her grandmother's love wash over her like a healing balm. The storm was over. But the calm it left behind was fragile—and somewhere in the shadows, someone was already plotting again.
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### Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
Wow. Just wow. This chapter is an emotional wildfire. Watching Autumn finally unleash her pent-up fury against the people who destroyed her mother's life was both cathartic and heartbreaking. The way the author portrays her rage—not as malice, but as long-suppressed grief bursting free—is incredibly powerful. Susan's cowardly backpedaling and Richard's cold indifference only make Autumn's pain more vivid. And Ginny? She is the kind of grandmother everyone dreams of having—fierce yet gentle, protective yet wise. The chapter balances raw violence with tender family warmth perfectly.
The pacing is flawless, the dialogue bites, and the emotional payoff is deeply satisfying. While some readers might find the beating scene brutal, it feels earned after everything Autumn has suffered. This is a chapter that makes you want to stand up and cheer—and also cry a little.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ **Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars**
### Next Chapter Prediction
Now that Autumn has beaten the Lewis family to a pulp—literally—the fallout is going to be explosive. Richard may finally show his true colors and try to strip Autumn of her rights, perhaps using Susan's hospitalization as a weapon. But we suspect Ginny isn't going to sit quietly anymore; she might issue a direct challenge to the family in defense of her granddaughter. Meanwhile, Autumn's plan to invite Keith for a cozy family dinner with Grandma could trigger an unexpected twist—will the CEO's presence change the balance of power? And with Luna hiding in the shadows, this quiet aftermath might be the calm before an even bigger storm. Buckle up, because the next chapter is bound to bring dangerous schemes and sweet victories.
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