Ch. 239: Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life chapter 239

Chapter 239

Steven knew Norah too well—reading her was as effortless as flipping a page in an open book.

"Great! You two are in perfect sync. Meanwhile, I’m the outsider!" Kevin sneered bitterly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His gaze burned into Norah. "You just wanted to use this as an excuse to break things off, didn’t you? You and Steven—so close, so intimate!"

Norah’s chest tightened. It was the moment she realized the truth: her relationship with Kevin had completely shattered.

Her heart ached, but a part of her knew this was inevitable. Kevin’s lingering attachment to Bianca had always been a wall between them—one she could never break down. Even if he’d married her, she would never erase the shadow of Bianca from his mind.

Kevin would never tolerate imperfections in others, but he’d never address his own flaws.

“Think whatever you want,” Norah said quietly, her voice heavy with resignation. “I’ve said everything I needed to say.”

“Save your breath,” Kevin snapped.

Without another word, Kevin reached into his suit and pulled out their marriage certificates.

Norah’s heart sank.

Holding the red booklets high, Kevin tore them apart in front of her and Steven. He ripped the pages with precision, his actions deliberate and cold.

“You don’t want this marriage? Fine—I don’t want it either!” His voice cut through the room like a blade.

Norah stared at the torn halves of their wedding photo fluttering to the floor. Her face in the picture looked joyful, glowing with the naive excitement of a bride in love.

Kevin’s face, on the other hand, was devoid of emotion. He had looked as indifferent then as he did now.

Her heart crumbled.

The shredded pieces of their marriage certificate scattered across the floor like confetti. Kevin turned and, without so much as a glance back, stormed out of the ward.

Norah stood frozen, staring at the fragments on the ground. Slowly, she sank to her knees, picking up each torn piece one by one. Her fingers trembled as they touched the paper, and tears she hadn’t even realized were falling blurred her vision.

Steven crouched beside her, his voice soft but filled with concern. “Norah, you’re hurting. You don’t have to do this.”

She glanced up at him, her face blank but her eyes brimming with sorrow. “What else is there to do?”

“You’re crying,” Steven said gently, his heart breaking for her.

“I’m not crying,” she replied quickly, swiping at her cheeks as if to erase the evidence. “Maybe my eyes are just irritated.”

Steven held her gaze, his voice firm but kind. “Norah, you don’t have to hide how you feel. I can see it—you care about him. You love Kevin.”

Her composure cracked. Tears spilled freely down her face as she choked out, “Why do you know that? How could you know?”

“Because I’ve been watching you,” Steven said simply. “You might try to hide it, but I see everything, Norah.”

Her sobs deepened, her hands covering her face as she broke down. “It’s so embarrassing,” she admitted through her tears. “Why do I like someone who only makes me miserable? I shouldn’t love him!”

Steven’s chest ached as he watched her unravel. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her as she cried. “It’s not wrong to love someone,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “But it’s okay to let go when it hurts too much.”

Norah shook her head against his chest, her voice muffled. “I was so stupid. I thought I was special to him, but I was just another passerby in his life. I’ve been wrong from the start.”

Her words were filled with the weight of self-realization, each one cutting deeper than the last.

Steven’s jaw tightened as he struggled to hold back his own tears. “You’re not wrong, Norah. You’re human. And he’s a fool for not seeing how incredible you are.”

She pulled back slightly, her tear-streaked face looking up at him. “I just wanted him to notice me,” she whispered. “But he never did. Not once.”

Steven’s heart shattered. He’d loved her quietly for so long, and yet, here she was—broken over someone who had never truly seen her.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, wiping a tear from her cheek. “Time will heal this. You’ll forget him, and one day, you’ll find someone who deserves you.”

Norah didn’t respond. She simply stared at the shredded paper in her hand, clutching it like it was the only tangible thing left of her failed marriage.

Eventually, her tears slowed, and her breathing steadied. She sat in silence, staring at the fragments of her past.

Steven, seeing her exhaustion, made a quiet decision. He stepped out and called Gloria, knowing Norah needed someone who could lift her spirits in a way he couldn’t.

When Gloria arrived, she immediately took charge. “Norah,” she said gently but firmly, “crying is good. It helps. But now it’s time to think about the future.”

“I’m fine,” Norah said, though her voice betrayed her exhaustion. “It’s just... crying helps me feel less heavy inside. That’s all.”

Gloria shot Steven a look, then turned back to Norah. “You know, the best way to move on is to focus on what’s next. Steven’s here, and he’s been waiting for you all this time. Don’t you think it’s time to give him a chance?”

Norah shook her head weakly. “I can’t. I’m pregnant. It wouldn’t be fair to him. I can’t drag him into my mess.”

Gloria crossed her arms. “Do you really think Steven hasn’t thought this through? He’s loved you for years, Norah. That’s not just a crush—that’s commitment.”

Steven stepped back into the room, his expression unreadable. “Gloria,” he said quietly, “it’s okay. Let’s not push her. She needs time.”

But Norah wasn’t so sure time would be enough. She looked at Steven, her heart aching anew. How could someone like him love her when she felt so unworthy?

Still, his presence gave her a sliver of hope—a faint promise that maybe, just maybe, she could rebuild her life.