Ch. 381: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 381

Chapter 381

"Captain Edwards isn't back yet, and we don't know when he'll return," the security guard answered.

"Where did he go?" Norah pressed.

"We have no idea."

Asking was pointless. No answers, no solutions.

She needed him, yet he wasn't there.

Her anger had settled somewhat with time. If he just explained everything clearly, she'd believe him. But he wouldn’t.

Did he not love her?

Even if he didn’t, he owed her an explanation.

She hated this kind of uncertainty.

Still, she pushed forward. "Call Levi. Find out where they are. And ask Kevin when he’s coming back."

"Yes, ma’am." The security guard immediately followed her orders.

Norah clung to what little dignity she had left, asking about Kevin’s whereabouts in a roundabout way.

The call went through. She stood nearby, waiting as the security guard questioned the person on the other end. When the call ended, he turned to her. "Ma’am, Captain Edwards won’t be back tonight."

Norah stiffened. "Where is he?"

"He didn’t say."

Her lips pressed together as unease swelled in her chest.

Was he deliberately hiding it from her?

Ever since Bianca resurfaced, Kevin had started disappearing. Even his phone was unreachable.

What the hell was he doing?

Frustration and heartbreak tangled together. She hated being left in the dark.

Seeing her head for the door, the security guard stepped forward. "Ma’am, where are you going?"

Norah’s expression was cold and unyielding. "He won’t tell me where he is, so why should I tell him where I’m going?"

"Ma’am, it’s late. If you leave like this, we won’t be able to explain it to Captain Edwards."

Norah let out a bitter laugh. "Would he even care? I’m sick of his mind games. If he doesn’t want this family, I’ll make it easy for him. The child doesn’t need his last name!"

With that, she turned to leave, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach.

The night was dangerous, especially for a pregnant woman. But she was too angry to care.

"Ma’am," the security guard pleaded, stepping in front of her.

"Move!" Norah snapped.

"Please, why not rest and wait until morning?" he urged.

"I said move! If you stop me and something happens to my child, you’ll regret it." Her voice was sharp with warning.

The guards hesitated, torn between duty and fear of making things worse.

One of them quickly made a call, reporting the situation.

To buy time, the security guard tried again. "Ma’am, we’ve called him. Captain Edwards should be back soon. Maybe you could wait a little longer."

His words only fueled her fury. "He’s too busy for me, but suddenly he can rush back when I try to leave? That’s just an excuse! If he won’t communicate with me, then don’t call me his wife. I don’t deserve this title!"

Nothing would appease her now.

He worked late, didn’t come home, and yet had nowhere else to be?

A husband should act like one.

If he could come back so easily, it meant he had been avoiding her on purpose.

And if he didn’t want to see her, why was she holding on?

"Ma’am, you are Captain Edwards’ wife. No one is more deserving of that title. Just wait thirty minutes. If he’s not back by then, you can leave."

They were desperate to stop her.

But Norah’s heart had already grown cold. Kevin’s indifference had drained her.

"I’m not leaving because he isn’t coming back," she murmured.

She had stood by him all these years, only to be cast aside. His trust in her had faded. His love, if it had ever existed, was gone.

She had forgiven him too easily before. And he had taken her for granted.

She wouldn’t make that mistake again.

"Please, ma’am, just wait." The security guard was practically begging.

But she was done listening.

Ignoring their protests, she pushed past them, holding her stomach as she walked.

They didn’t dare stop her now.

She left, just as she had intended.

Still, for safety, the guards followed at a distance.

Norah knew she couldn’t walk far in her condition. She pulled out her phone and made a call.

She was going home. To her parents.

Ten minutes later, Gloria’s car pulled up.

"Norah, what’s going on? You just reconciled, and now you’re leaving again?" Gloria asked, baffled. She had always believed Kevin loved Norah, but now, just three days after patching things up, everything had fallen apart again.

Norah opened the car door and got in, ignoring the people left behind. "Just drive. I’ll explain later."

Right now, she couldn’t stand seeing anyone connected to Kevin.

Love and hate—two sides of the same coin. And she was feeling both.

Gloria sighed but started the car.

The ride was silent for a while as Norah tried to steady her emotions. If she let herself dwell on it too much, she knew she’d break down.

Finally, she spoke. "Kevin released Bianca."

"What?" Gloria gasped. "That’s impossible! Bianca hurt you—she probably even harmed you as a child. She belongs in prison. Kevin is a captain, he knows the law. Why would he break it for her?"

"I asked him. He admitted it," Norah said bitterly.

She turned to Gloria, her expression filled with pain. "Tell me, is he really that weak? Did he love her so much that he still can’t let go? That he can’t stand to see her suffer, so he protects her?"

This was the wound that wouldn’t heal.

She couldn’t bear the thought that Kevin’s heart had never fully belonged to her.

Gloria frowned. Something didn’t add up.

Norah was too emotionally invested to see it clearly, but Gloria wasn’t. She had witnessed the lengths Kevin had gone to for Norah. This didn’t make sense.

"Are you sure he loved Bianca? Did he ever actually admit it?" Gloria asked.

"No," Norah admitted. "But it wasn’t a secret. Everyone knew back then—Kevin liked Bianca."

"What if that was just a rumor?" Gloria countered. "Bianca is manipulative. She’d do anything to get what she wants. Maybe there was never anything between them."

Norah let out a dry laugh. "He confessed when he was drunk."

Drunk and in bed with her, yet calling out Bianca’s name.

She remembered exactly how this child had been conceived.

That was a wound she could never erase.

"I don’t understand," Gloria muttered, still trying to piece it together.

"Just take me to my parents’," Norah said, her voice weary.

One wound hadn’t healed, and now another was opening.

Her parents had been keeping secrets, too.

Why had they lied?

Why had they hidden her past from her?