Ch. 212: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 212

Chapter 212

Panicking, Norah slapped the man’s back hard and shouted, “Who are you? Let go of me! Let me go!”

Her strikes and protests did nothing to deter him. The man didn’t even flinch. He carried her forward with swift, unyielding steps.

Norah’s heart raced with fear. She didn’t have time to think—her only instinct was to escape.

She had been in this unfamiliar place for only a few days. She didn’t know if it was safe or if there were thieves or worse lurking about. Her first thought was survival; she couldn’t risk getting hurt.

But as she struggled, thrashing with all her might, she realized something strange. The man didn’t retaliate or harm her in any way.

This wasn’t a bandit.

And yet, he wasn’t scared off by her screams. Could it be…

Before she could piece it together, the man stopped abruptly and set her down on the ground.

Norah spun around, ready to lash out—but when her eyes landed on his face, her expression froze.

“You...” she stammered, her voice caught in her throat.

But the words never came. Looking at him, she was reminded of everything that had transpired between them. Her heart clenched, and she clamped her mouth shut, unwilling to say another word.

She turned and started walking away quickly, wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and Kevin Edwards.

“Running away the moment you see me?” Kevin’s cold voice sliced through the air. “Feeling guilty, are we?”

Norah stopped in her tracks, her mind racing. She had been gone for days, and he hadn’t come for her. She had thought he’d let her go—pride wounded, but unwilling to fight.

After all, they’d reached the point of no return. She had even prepared the divorce papers, confident he’d sign them to end things cleanly. Yet here he was, showing up now.

What did he want?

She didn’t turn to face him as she replied, her voice steady but sharp. “I thought I made myself clear. The divorce agreement is ready. All you need to do is sign it, and we can both move on. Why are you here? Or…” she hesitated, “...are you finally ready to make this official?”

The sound of Kevin’s deliberate footsteps grew closer.

Norah clenched her fists. She didn’t want to flee again—it was pointless. If Kevin wanted to find her, he always would. Besides, running wouldn’t solve anything.

Her thoughts wandered to the people she cared about. Even if she managed to disappear entirely, cutting ties with Kevin meant leaving behind friends and family who might need her.

She exhaled shakily, bracing herself for his arrival.

The moment his familiar scent enveloped her, her breath hitched.

A strong hand seized her neck, shoving her against the wall.

“Divorce?” Kevin’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “Norah, you’ve got some nerve.”

His grip tightened, and for a moment, she felt like he might actually strangle her.

Gasping for air, she clawed at his hands. “Kevin! What are you doing? Do you want to kill me? Will that satisfy you?”

His piercing gaze bore into her. “Kill you?” he repeated coldly. “After what you’ve done, you’re lucky I haven’t skinned you alive. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be humiliated like this?”

Norah frowned, confused by his words. “What are you talking about? I’ve done nothing to humiliate you. The divorce was always part of our agreement—an agreement you created.”

Kevin’s eyes blazed with fury. “Then explain the baby in your belly.”

Her pupils dilated in shock. He knew.

The revelation struck her like a lightning bolt, leaving her speechless.

Kevin took her silence as confirmation, and a bitter, humorless laugh escaped his lips. “You really are something else,” he sneered. “Do you think you can betray me and walk away unscathed? You’re the first person to ever stab me in the back, Norah. Tell me, how should I punish you?”

Norah’s mind raced. So that’s why he had come looking for her—he had found out about the pregnancy.

Protectively placing a hand over her stomach, she met his furious gaze. “Kevin, even if I’m pregnant, it doesn’t violate our agreement. You said we wouldn’t interfere in each other’s lives, remember? What I do is none of your business. And besides, our marriage isn’t even public. A divorce won’t ruin your reputation. You can move on. Marry someone else. It’s that simple.”

Kevin’s jaw clenched. “Who’s the father?”

Her hands trembled slightly, and she avoided his eyes. “That’s none of your concern. It’s not you—that’s all you need to know.”

“Anthony?” Kevin demanded. “Or is it Steven?”

“Neither!” she shot back, her voice firm.

“Then who?” he pressed, his frustration mounting. “Who is this man you’re so desperate to protect?”

“That’s private,” Norah said, her voice calmer now. “You don’t need to know. And it’s late, Mr. Edwards. I’d like to go home and rest. I have work tomorrow.”

She turned to leave, but Kevin grabbed her arm, pulling her back into his arms.

“Let me go!” she shouted, struggling against him. “We’re nothing to each other anymore! If you don’t stop, I’ll call the police!”

Her defiance only fueled his anger. His grip on her shoulders tightened. “You’re protecting this man, but where is he now? Huh? When you need him most, where is he? He’s a coward, Norah—a worthless man who can’t even provide for you or the child you’re carrying. And yet, you defend him?”

“Kevin!” Norah’s voice was sharp and full of conviction. Her cold gaze locked onto his. “Even if he’s gone—if I never see him again—I don’t regret loving him. And I won’t let you insult him.”

Kevin froze. He had never seen her like this before. The icy resolve in her eyes wasn’t for him—it was for another man.

Something inside him snapped.

Without warning, he pulled her close and crushed his lips against hers.

Norah gasped, trying to push him away, but he overpowered her easily, pinning her hands above her head. His jealousy consumed him, driving him to claim what he thought was his.

“Kevin… stop!” she pleaded, her voice muffled against his relentless kiss.

Her resistance only seemed to spur him on. His hands moved down her waist, his touch igniting both fear and fury within her.

Smack—

Norah’s hand connected with his face, her slap echoing in the silence.