Ch. 273: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 273

Chapter 273

Norah froze in place, her heart racing as Kevin’s words echoed in her ears.

Anthony doesn’t exist? That’s impossible.

But Kevin’s unwavering gaze made her uneasy. His calm confidence, laced with frustration, felt like it could unravel her carefully constructed walls at any moment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she finally said, her voice quieter than she intended.

Kevin’s lips thinned, his piercing eyes scanning her expression for any crack, any clue. “You mean to tell me you’re carrying this hero’s child, yet no one’s met him? Not even your parents? Norah, wake up. If this Anthony is real, he’s hiding something. And if he’s not...”

“Stop it!” Norah snapped, her voice sharp, but her body trembling. “You don’t get to do this, Kevin. You don’t get to question me like this.”

Kevin leaned closer, his voice low but commanding. “Don’t I? You’re standing here, throwing around accusations about my reputation and our past, while you’re holding onto this... fantasy. If this man is who you say he is, then prove it. What’s his full name? Where’s he stationed?”

Norah’s breath hitched. The truth—or at least her version of it—was slipping through her fingers like water. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms.

“You don’t need to know those details,” she said, forcing her tone to sound calm, even indifferent. “Anthony will come back. And when he does, you’ll see for yourself.”

Kevin’s jaw tightened, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “Norah,” he said, his voice softer but no less intense, “if Anthony is a soldier, I can find him. Just tell me his unit, his rank—anything.”

She shook her head, taking a step back as if trying to escape his relentless questioning. “Why are you so obsessed with this?”

Kevin exhaled sharply, running a hand through his wet hair. “Because, damn it, I’ve known you for years, Norah. I know when something doesn’t add up. And this doesn’t add up. Either Anthony is lying to you, or... you’re lying to me.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Norah’s chest tightened. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

Kevin took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. “Don’t I?” he said quietly, his tone cutting through her defenses. “Tell me, Norah. Who is Anthony, really?”

Her heart pounded as she struggled to maintain her composure. “He’s everything you’re not,” she blurted out. “He’s kind. He’s selfless. He saved me when no one else could.”

Kevin’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them. “Saved you? From what, Norah? Me?”

The words hit her like a slap. She wanted to lash out, to deny it, but something in his expression stopped her. It wasn’t anger or arrogance—it was pain.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you,” she said, her voice trembling. “You don’t matter anymore, Kevin.”

He flinched, just slightly, but enough for her to notice.

“Maybe not,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But you do. And if this Anthony is as perfect as you say he is, then why can’t you give me a straight answer?”

Norah felt a lump rise in her throat. “Because it’s none of your business,” she said, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

Kevin studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a resigned sigh, he stepped back.

“Fine,” he said. “Keep your secrets. But don’t expect me to stop looking for answers.”

Norah watched him turn and walk away, his broad shoulders tense, his steps heavy with unspoken words. She wanted to call out to him, to stop him—but she didn’t.

Instead, she stood there, her soaked clothes clinging to her skin, her mind spinning with questions she couldn’t answer.

Was Kevin right? Was Anthony just an illusion, a story she’d told herself to escape the pain of her failed marriage?

Or was Anthony real, her one lifeline in a world that seemed determined to pull her under?

She didn’t know anymore.

And that terrified her.