Ch. 382: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 382

Chapter 382

"Okay." Gloria took her back without another word.

Norah remained silent, feeling a hollow emptiness inside. Loving someone meant caring about their attitude and hoping your emotions mattered to them. But the disparity between her hopes and reality was immense.

Just then, Gloria hit the brakes sharply.

Fortunately, Norah had her seatbelt on, but the sudden stop still shocked her.

"Damn it! Who just jumped in front of my car? And why are there so many cars blocking my way?" Gloria fumed, gripping the wheel. Driving at night was nerve-wracking enough without unexpected obstacles, but her skills kept them steady.

Norah squinted against the blinding headlights, unable to make out the scene ahead.

Then, the door opened.

Gloria was ready to curse, but when she recognized the person outside, she bit back her words.

"It's late. Come back with me. Whatever you need to say, say it at home. I'm already here," Kevin stood by the car door, his tone calm and firm.

Hearing his voice, Norah looked up. His face was close, his expression urgent. His clothes were disheveled, as if he had rushed here. But the chill in her heart didn’t fade.

He had no time to come home before. Now that she was leaving, suddenly he was in a hurry.

Norah scoffed. "I want to go home. This isn’t my home."

"You’re my wife. Why wouldn’t it be your home? Everything I have is yours," Kevin insisted.

Norah let out a cold laugh, meeting his gaze. "When things are good, everything is mine. But when things are bad, I’m handed a divorce agreement, a few million dollars, and a villa. Sounds like I made out well, right? But men’s words are nothing but lies."

Kevin’s jaw tightened. "Did you go with me to get a divorce certificate?"

Norah’s face stiffened. "The divorce agreement was signed."

"Signing an agreement isn’t enough. Until we legally finalize it, we’re still married."

Norah clenched her jaw. "So what? Isn’t it the same as being divorced?"

Kevin rested his hand on the car door, his voice steady but firm. "It’s not the same. No matter what happened before, put it aside. Right now, you’re my wife. Everything I have—my house, my company, my name—is yours."

Norah’s laugh was bitter. "Now your words sound nice."

"Because they’re true." Kevin’s eyes held sincerity. "I know you're still mad at me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have hurt you. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. I’ll do better."

Norah stared at him. His sincerity was almost disarming—almost.

She wanted to forgive him, even for a second. But too many wounds reminded her to be cautious. "Why now? Why do this when you know you can’t undo the damage?"

Kevin hesitated, his expression conflicted. Truthfully, he feared losing her again. Even a single night apart had felt unbearable.

Norah sighed at his silence. "Move your car. You're not just blocking my way, you're blocking everyone else’s too. Kevin, just because you have money and power doesn’t mean you can stop people from going where they need to go."

Kevin’s fists clenched. "If you leave, what about you and the baby?"

Norah hated hearing that. It made her sick. But she still answered. "Do you think I can’t survive without you? I lived just fine when you were with Bianca. I have my friends. I have my parents. My child will be fine. You don’t need to worry."

Her words were resolute.

Kevin’s heart clenched. He worried about Norah’s future, about her happiness. With him, she was safe. But one day, he feared, he’d become someone who could only hurt her. And that terrified him.

"Are you going back to your parents?" Kevin asked softly.

"Yes." Norah’s answer was firm.

Kevin’s gaze dropped to her stomach. "Go if you want. But take care of yourself. Don’t get hurt. Don’t take risks. I don’t know if I’ll be there when the baby is born, but I’ll make sure you and the baby have everything you need."

His words struck her as odd—like a farewell.

She frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Kevin didn’t clarify. "Gloria will take you. But I’ll have someone follow to make sure you get home safely."

Nothing was explained. Nothing was resolved.

Norah was furious.

"Fine. Then get out of the way!" Her tone was ice cold.

Kevin sighed and stepped back. Norah slammed the door shut without a second glance, staring straight ahead.

Gloria, who had been silent, was stunned. She had assumed Kevin would convince Norah to stay. He had chased after her—clearly, he cared. But was this how it was going to end?

Still, seeing Norah’s anger, she took her friend’s side.

The cars in front of them moved, clearing the way. Gloria drove forward.

Norah pretended not to care. But deep down, she did. She cared how much Kevin loved her. She cared whether he would fight for her.

Yet, he didn’t.

She couldn’t stop herself from glancing in the side mirror—the only way to see him without him knowing.

Kevin stood there, unmoving, watching their car drive away. His eyes held an unbearable sorrow.

Norah’s heart ached. She still loved him. And the pain of that love was suffocating.

She forced herself to look away. But her eyes betrayed her, flicking back to the mirror until his silhouette disappeared from sight.

Even if he had said just one word to make her stay...

But he didn’t.

Nothing.

Norah sank back into her seat, feeling weak.

"You know," Gloria said, watching Norah carefully. "If you had just said what you really wanted to say, he would have taken you back."

Norah’s voice was hollow. "Maybe I just wanted to see if he’d fight for me. Women do that in love, don’t they? If the other person truly cares, it shows. If they don’t… you just end up looking like a fool."

She gave a small, bitter smile. "Like me now. A fool who thought he’d stop me. But he just let me go."