Ch. 41: Mr. Edwards' Unraveled Life chapter 41

Chapter 41Kevin stepped out of the ward and saw Bonnie and Norah together. He greeted, "Aunt."

Bonnie, furious, snapped, "Don't call me that! Do you even consider me your aunt? How could you plan a divorce with Norah without telling me? Have you forgotten your grandfather's words to take care of her? And now, for Bianca, who’s lying in a hospital bed pretending to be innocent, you’re throwing away your marriage!"

Siena, overhearing, couldn’t hold back: "Bonnie, watch your words. What Kevin decides about his marriage is his business, not yours. You have no right to scold him just because you’re older!"

Norah, uncomfortable with the argument, hurried over to stop Bonnie, not wanting the scene to escalate. But this wasn’t just about the divorce—it was about Bonnie’s long-standing dislike for Siena. Bonnie glared at Siena, saying, "I’m talking to my nephew. What right do you have to interfere?"

"Bonnie, you’re going too far!" Siena shot back.

The two women had never gotten along. Now, with their dislike for each other bubbling over, they exchanged sharp words. Bonnie, looking down on Siena, was harsh. "You may have done something for Kevin as a mother, but you have no say here. I can scold my nephew as I see fit, and it’s none of your concern."

Siena, hurt by Bonnie’s words, tried to defend herself: "Kevin, look at how your aunt speaks to you! She acts like this house belongs to her alone!"

As their argument heated up, Kevin interrupted sternly, "I never agreed to the divorce. It won’t happen."

Both women fell silent, surprised.

Bonnie asked, "What do you mean?"

Siena, equally confused, added, "Kevin, weren’t you the one who wanted the divorce?"

Norah then admitted quietly, "I was the one who suggested it."

Bonnie was shocked, but even with this revelation, she refused to accept it. "No, I won’t allow it!"

Norah felt guilty for causing trouble, but there was no undoing it now. "Aunt…"

But Bonnie ignored her and turned to Kevin. "You need to make this right. Talk to her until she changes her mind!"

Bonnie didn’t blame Norah. She knew how much Norah cared for Kevin, which made her even more disappointed. Kevin, however, had been indifferent throughout their marriage, making Norah’s disappointment inevitable.

As things calmed down, Siena left to care for Bianca, and Kevin turned to Norah. "Did you tell my aunt?"

Norah regretted letting it slip and apologized, "I’m sorry."

Kevin’s expression softened as he asked, "Do you really want a divorce?"

Norah remained silent, reflecting on her feelings. She wanted a fresh start, free from the pain of seeing Kevin and Bianca together.

When she didn’t respond, Kevin pressed, "Is being with me causing you that much trouble?"

Norah felt tears welling up. His gentle tone only made her emotions harder to control. "A little," she admitted, lowering her head.

Kevin clenched his fists, thinking about how she had married him only for appearances. He knew she had never truly asked for anything from him. After a moment, he sighed, "Let’s wait until the three-year agreement is up before we divorce."

Norah nearly broke down, but she held back her tears. Forcing a smile, she replied, "Okay."

Kevin noticed her sincere smile and realized their marriage had been more of a burden to her than he thought.

Looking at the time, Norah pushed her emotions aside. "I’m still your secretary, even if I won’t be your wife. You should stay with Bianca. I have an appointment this afternoon, so I’ll be leaving."

Kevin nodded. "Alright."

Norah smiled, nodded back, and walked away. As soon as she turned, her smile faded, and tears began to fall.

Kevin watched her leave, noticing her quick pace as if she couldn’t wait to get away from him.

At the Hilton Hotel, several CEOs were gathered, drinking. Norah sat with Tessa, knowing that usually, Kevin would be there beside her. With Kevin at the hospital, she attended alone, planning to make a brief appearance.

However, the host, Mr. Lopez, unexpectedly called on Norah to drink. Remembering her previous allergic reaction to alcohol, she politely declined, "Mr. Lopez, I’m allergic to alcohol. Please understand."

But Mr. Lopez, already drunk, insisted, "Norah, we’ve met before. Don’t be so reserved. Mr. Edwards usually drinks with us, and you’re representing him today. Don’t make excuses!"

"Mr. Lopez, I really—" she began.

"If you don’t drink, you’re not giving me face!" Mr. Lopez interrupted, pouring a glass for her.