Ch. 213: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 213

Chapter 213

Kevin didn’t flinch as the sharp sound of the slap echoed. A red imprint spread across his cheek like a brand.

He tilted his head slightly, then slowly turned his piercing gaze back to Norah.

Norah froze, staring at her trembling hand. She hadn’t meant to hit him that hard—her own palm stung from the impact. The sight of Kevin's rigid posture and the scarlet mark she’d left behind made her chest tighten.

In all their years together, no matter how heated their arguments had been, she’d never raised her hand against him. And as far as she knew, no one else ever had either. Kevin Edwards wasn’t the type of man people dared to challenge physically.

“Norah…” Kevin growled, her name dripping from his lips like venom.

She stepped back instinctively, clutching her hand as if it could shield her from the storm brewing in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to… But you pushed me too far, Kevin! If you hadn’t—”

“You’d do anything for that man, wouldn’t you?” Kevin’s voice cut through her defense, each word cold and heavy.

Norah stiffened, but she didn’t waver. If Kevin thought she’d confess the truth about her pregnancy, he was mistaken. She couldn’t risk it. The child was hers—hers alone. No matter how much Kevin pried, she wouldn’t let him take this from her.

If she told him, he’d try to control her, just like he always had. He’d force her into staying, into playing the role of a perfect wife. And when the child was born, Kevin would find a way to wrest custody from her.

She wouldn’t let that happen. Not this time.

Meeting his glare, Norah mustered all her courage. “You’re right,” she said firmly. “I would do anything for him.”

Kevin’s jaw clenched, the cords in his neck tightening as her words pierced him. The fire in his chest flared. She had chosen someone else—again and again, she chose someone else.

“Then I’ll make this simple,” Kevin spat, his gaze dropping to her stomach. “You won’t have that child. I won’t let you.”

Norah recoiled, instinctively protecting her belly with both hands. “If you want to harm my baby, Kevin, you’ll have to kill me first!” she shot back, her voice trembling with fury and fear.

Her defiance pushed Kevin to the edge. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He hated this—hated the desperation in her eyes, the way she defended the child she carried as if it were her lifeline.

Norah’s resolve only hardened. Her fingers found a loose brick on the ground, and she lifted it with both hands, holding it above her head. “If you take one more step, I’ll end it, Kevin!”

Kevin froze.

He didn’t move.

He didn’t breathe.

The look in her eyes was raw, wild, and unyielding. It hit him harder than her slap had. She was willing to die for the life growing inside her. She wasn’t bluffing.

He hated her for it. He hated her for forcing his hand, for making him face the reality that she would never choose him.

His voice dropped, cold and final. “You’ll regret this, Norah. Mark my words.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Norah stood frozen, brick still clutched tightly in her hands, until the sound of his retreating footsteps faded into silence. Only then did her knees buckle. She dropped the brick and sank to the ground, tears slipping down her face.

She had fought hard, but the weight of loneliness and loss pressed down on her. She wiped her tears away, forcing herself to her feet. She couldn’t afford to break now. Her child needed her strength.

Kevin sat in the back seat of his car, his expression carved in stone. His rage simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt. He slammed his fist into the car door, the sharp sound reverberating inside the vehicle.

The driver glanced nervously in the rearview mirror but didn’t dare to speak.

“Find him,” Kevin growled. His voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of a command that could not be disobeyed. “Dig up everything. I want to know who he is.”

The next morning, Norah arrived at the TV station early. She hoped throwing herself into work would help distract her from the chaos of the night before.

Her editor-in-chief, Quinn Lindsay, was already there, seated at her desk with a stack of Norah’s recent articles in front of her.

Quinn glanced up, her short hair framing her face in sharp, professional angles. “Norah, good morning. You’ve been here a week now, haven’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Norah replied, trying to mask her exhaustion with a polite smile.

Quinn tapped a printed article on the desk. “This is good work. Your writing has already gained traction—this piece broke 10,000 views on the official account.”

Norah’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Thank you,” she said humbly.

“But,” Quinn added, sliding a folder across the desk toward her, “it’s time for you to step out of your comfort zone. I have a new assignment for you.”

Norah hesitated, opening the folder cautiously. As her eyes scanned the document, her face went pale.

Her heart sank. This wasn’t the challenge she had hoped for—it was a test she wasn’t sure she could handle.