Ch. 261: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 261

Chapter 261

Kevin effortlessly lifted Norah and spoke in a deep, steady voice, “If you won’t listen to me, I’ll have to do this.”

Norah frowned, clearly annoyed. “Are you some kind of robber?” she retorted.

Kevin’s dark eyes flickered as he replied calmly, “Have you already forgotten last time? You were exhausted, almost miscarried, and I had to step in to help Bianca for a brief moment today.”

Hearing this, Norah’s initial irritation softened, though her skepticism remained. “And what does that have to do with me taking a taxi home?”

By now, Kevin had carried her to the car. Placing her gently down, he fixed his intense gaze on her. “What if something happened to you on the way? What if your stomach started hurting again? I couldn’t let you go back alone—not with any peace of mind.”

His words carried genuine concern, striking a chord in Norah.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she remained silent for a moment. While she recognized Kevin’s worry, doubt lingered in her heart, making her wonder if she was merely fooling herself.

Kevin’s past actions were seared into her memory—wounds that hadn’t fully healed. Despite this, she mustered the courage to say, “You pulled me earlier, and I’m fine. There’s no reason to worry. I’ve learned my lesson—I’ll take care of myself.”

Still, Kevin refused to relent, his tone firm. “We’re already here. Unless you want me to carry you again, just get in the car and sit quietly.”

Norah met his gaze, noting the unyielding determination in his eyes. It was clear that he’d stop at nothing to get his way. Not wanting to create more of a scene, she begrudgingly got into the car.

Kian, who was behind the wheel, couldn’t help but smirk as he observed their interaction. Though the atmosphere was tense, he sensed that their relationship had taken a step forward.

The corner of Kian’s mouth quirked up further when Norah glanced at the rearview mirror and greeted him.

“Madame,” he said, his voice laced with a teasing warmth.

Norah’s lips tightened, and she quickly corrected him. “Kevin and I are divorcing. We’ve barely spoken in recent weeks, and the marriage certificate is already destroyed. This marriage is as good as over. So, stop calling me ‘Madame.’”

Kian grinned but didn’t agree. “You’re still legally married. As long as that’s the case, you’re Mrs. Edwards—at least on paper.”

Norah huffed. “Legally, maybe. But once a marriage falls apart, the title means nothing. Stop using it.”

Kian, refusing to be deterred, added lightly, “I don’t think your relationship is as bad as you say. Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding.”

Norah shot him a sharp look. “Misunderstanding? The title ‘Mrs. Edwards’ is nothing but a burden to me.”

Kevin, who had been silent, finally spoke, his tone cold. “So, you don’t want to be Mrs. Edwards anymore?”

“Not anymore,” Norah replied bluntly, her voice steady.

Kevin’s expression darkened. “When you married me, you had no problem with it. Now you think you can toss it aside whenever you want?”

“What are you trying to say?” Norah asked warily, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

Kevin leaned in slightly, his gaze piercing. “You’ve lied before to get what you want. What’s stopping you from doing it again? For all I know, you might lie about the child being Steven’s just to finalize the divorce.”

Norah flinched at his accusation. She rarely lied—only when absolutely necessary—and the claim that Steven was the child’s father hadn’t come from her.

She turned to Kevin, her voice sharp. “If it’s not Steven’s, is it yours?”

Kevin’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “And who is Anthony?” he countered. “Does he even exist, or is this just another one of your games to spite me?”

Her heart tightened, her fingers unconsciously curling into fists. Should she keep this secret forever? If Kevin cared enough, he’d figure it out eventually.

“He’s real,” Norah admitted softly, meeting Kevin’s gaze with a rare vulnerability. “He saved my life once. When he shielded me from a gunshot, he became my hero—someone I’ll never forget.”

Kevin’s fists tightened at her words, jealousy and frustration clouding his thoughts. “Enough,” he snapped, his voice low and restrained.

Norah stopped, her lips pressing together as silence filled the car.

After a long pause, Kevin leaned back against the seat, trying to compose himself. “When were you held at gunpoint?” he asked. “I don’t remember hearing anything about this.”

Norah hesitated. If Kevin had truly investigated her past, he should have uncovered that incident—a tragedy that claimed the lives of several students and made headlines at the time.

“You didn’t know me then,” she said quietly. “Of course, you wouldn’t know.”

Kevin’s brow furrowed. “An event like that would’ve been all over the news. Your family, friends, and teachers must have known. But there’s no record of it anywhere.”

Norah frowned. “That’s impossible. It happened. Maybe you weren’t thorough enough in your search, but I remember every detail.”

Kevin’s expression remained skeptical. “When you were sixteen or seventeen, you disappeared for an entire summer,” he said, his voice heavy with suspicion.

“That’s not true!” Norah shot back. “I stayed local during high school. I never went anywhere.”

Kevin’s gaze lingered on her, his doubt evident.

Norah sighed. “It’s been years. Records get lost, memories fade. But I haven’t forgotten the things that shaped me. If you think I disappeared, then your information must be wrong.”

Kevin didn’t reply, his thoughts a storm of unanswered questions and lingering doubts.