Ch. 151: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 151

Chapter 151Gwen scoffed, her voice laced with defiance. "If Siena dares to show up here again, she won't leave unscathed! We're not in the wrong, and we won’t let anyone push us around."

Norah’s heart swelled with emotion. Her parents were willing to stand up for her no matter what.

With a hoarse voice, she replied, "I don’t want you to have to fight with anyone, Mom. I’ll handle things with Siena myself."

Although Siena didn’t seem to want Norah around, Kevin’s refusal to grant a divorce left Norah considering if Siena might offer a way to change his mind.

After cooking dinner for her parents, Norah headed out. As she reached the community gate, she noticed a black luxury car across the road. Through the open window, she saw Kevin’s face, shadowed but clear, with a lit cigarette between his fingers.

Hesitating only a moment, she approached the car and opened the passenger door, catching his attention. She slid into the seat, immediately hit by the overpowering scent of smoke—a scent she could hardly stand lately, likely due to her pregnancy.

Kevin turned to her, his tone icy. "Did you groom Scarlet to be your replacement?"

Norah blinked, startled. She hadn’t expected that question but quickly shook her head. "No."

If it hadn’t been Scarlet, someone else would have taken the role. Scarlet was just particularly good at adapting, reading people’s moods. She was clever and shrewd—skills Kevin clearly valued.

Kevin let out a humorless laugh. "Do you know what Scarlet did as soon as you left? She’s practically trying to take over your spot. If you didn’t approve of this or actively encourage it, do you think she’d be so bold?"

He flicked his cigarette out the window, his voice growing colder with each word.

Norah met his gaze, her voice steady. "Kevin, you’ve known me for years. If I had arranged that, I’d admit it."

There was a heavy silence before she continued, "Your mother already spoke to mine. Both our families want this divorce. If you think I’m pushing for it, then fine—why don’t you file in a month yourself?"

She looked ahead, avoiding his gaze as she suggested it.

Kevin’s mouth twisted in a bitter smile. "You think marriage is some kind of game?"

"It’s not," Norah replied quietly. When she’d first married him, she’d been full of hope, imagining a life where her love could win him over. But that dream had faded into the emptiness between them.

Kevin’s expression was hard, but before he could respond, his phone rang. Bianca’s voice, weak and trembling, came through the line. "Kevin… why haven’t you come to see me? I feel like I’m dying…"

Kevin frowned. "Aren’t you already receiving treatment?"

Bianca hesitated, realizing something was off. "Didn’t Mr. Kian tell you I called?"

"All he said was that you were poisoned," Kevin replied.

Norah froze. Poisoned? Bianca was in the hospital because of poisoning?

Bianca’s voice turned desperate. "Kevin, I’m not faking this! There are medical reports—everything points to the soup. It’s even been sent for testing."

Understanding dawned on Norah. Bianca had been poisoned by the tonic soup. Siena, who adored Bianca, had sent her the soup to help her recover. Siena couldn’t be behind it. The only person left to blame… was Norah.

Norah spoke, her voice as steady as she could manage. "I only delivered the soup to the hospital at your mother’s request. I never opened it, and if I had tampered with it, Ms. Lynch would have noticed right away."

Bianca’s voice sharpened on the other end. "I never said you poisoned it, Norah. Are you confessing to something?"

Kevin interrupted, tired of the tension. "Let’s wait for the test results. That will clear things up."

"Are you coming to see me?" Bianca asked, her voice wavering. But Kevin ended the call abruptly, leaving her with only the busy tone.

Inside the car, the silence stretched on. Kevin made no move to start the engine, and neither of them spoke, the air heavy with unresolved tension.

Finally, Norah broke the silence. "I’ve said what I needed to. If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing more I can do. I came back to pack my things."

"So, are we divorcing?" Kevin’s voice was sharp, his anger barely contained.

Norah met his gaze, steady but firm. "We’re going to divorce sooner or later, Kevin. I’ve held off to avoid fighting with you, but look at what’s happening. Siena despises me and wants you with Bianca. Even Bianca, who’s lying in the hospital poisoned, would rather see us apart."

Kevin’s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in them. "So, because you’re afraid of confrontation, you’re ready to throw in the towel? To walk away because people are talking and causing drama? Do you even know who you are?"

Norah felt her heart tighten. She knew exactly who she was—his hidden wife, his trusted secretary. But now he was putting the blame on her.

She met his gaze with a calm strength. "Kevin, I’m sorry if I’ve complicated things for you. To avoid more trouble, maybe it’s best we draw the line now. Otherwise, I fear my presence will only keep affecting you."

Her voice was composed, but inside, a quiet pain bloomed, one she’d carry long after their marriage ended.