Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 844

Chapter 844 The Phone Call That Changed Nothing

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“Then what do you want? You and I both know you wouldn’t be calling unless you needed money.” Halle’s voice was pure amusement

Nina dropped the act. “Halle, can you fost leave Edgar alone? You’re the reason he and I have never been able to be together. He doesn’t even love you. And aren’t you out there messing around with other guys anyway? What’s left between you two that’s even worth holding onto? Breaking it off would be better for both of you. For me and my baby too.”

Halle’s expression cooled slowly, a thin smile settling on her lips, but her voice stayed exactly the same. Calm, unhurried, dripping with the kind of confidence that flattened Nina without effort. “Nina, have you really not figured this out? There are two reasons Edgar and I haven’t split. The first is that Edgar doesn’t love you. You’re not important enough for him to go against both our families and blow up this engagement. That’s what happens when you have a baby for a man who doesn’t have the spine to fight for

you.

“The second reason is that I simply don’t feel like ending it. As long as I don’t, you’ll never get what you want. And I get to watch you suffer. Everything you just said? That was music to my ears, because all I heard was a desperate woman falling apart. I wish I could’ve taken a picture of your face right now. Something to look at whenever I’m in a bad mood. Might just cheer me right up.”

Nina was shaking with fury, her hand trembling around the phone.

“Any other questions, Nina?”

Halle’s voice was tender, the way someone might soothe a little sister, but every syllable was a blade buried straight in Nina’s chest. It made Nina want to scream.

“What do I have to do to get you to let Edgar go?” That was all Nina could manage.

Halle sighed. Talking to stupid people was genuinely exhausting. It was like they couldn’t process basic human language. James was a much better conversationalist. He caught implications without needing them spelled out.

“First, this is about Edgar’s decision, not just mine. Don’t come to me alone. Second, if you’re asking me for something, show up with the right attitude. Understand?”

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Halle ran her business the same way she ran her conversations. Straight to the point, always holding the upper hand. She didn’t wait for a response. “Figure out how to approach this properly, and then come find me. That’s all. Bye now, Nina.”

She hung up and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.

At eight o’clock that night, Edgar called.

“Did you say something to upset Nina?” His voice was ice cold. “She’s in the hospital. Emergency room. Get over here. Now,”

Halle was only a few months younger than Edgar, but she’d called him by his first name since they were kids because he’d genuinely treated her like a little sister he needed to protect.

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She’d been spoiled by him in ways no one else had ever matched. He’d never given her a cold look, never spoken a harsh word. Everything he’d offered was warmth, attention, and the kind of favoritism that made her feel like the most important person in his world.

Every good memory from her childhood had Edgar in it. No matter what he’d turned into now, every scene that still made her feel warm inside somehow involved him.

They’d gone to the same schools from preschool through high school. They’d started secretly dating in middle school and shared years of something genuinely beautiful. Their parents, their friends, everyone around them just assumed they’d end up married. It was treated as fact.

But as they grew up, the fights multiplied. After high school it was constant. A blowup every few days, a bigger one every week, threats to break up thrown around like nothing. Then they’d run into each other after some time apart and fall right back into it, acting like nothing had happened, picking up exactly where they left off.

The bond between Halle and Edgar ran impossibly deep. The emotional intensity between them was overwhelming. They knew each other so thoroughly that a single look could communicate an entire argument. Even now, that hadn’t changed.

But things had spiraled to this point.

Hearing the cold edge in his voice didn’t make Halle sad. It made her uncomfortable and, underneath that, surprised. Surprised that he could be this way. That he’d actually talk to her like this.

Why had Edgar changed so much? Halle had spent years turning that question over and never landed on a real answer.

She’d made her peace with it, though. She’d just been too idealistic. She’d wanted to believe certain people stayed the same forever, that whoever they were at the beginning was who they’d be until the end.

Her relationship with Edgar was nothing like what Ayla had gone through with Troy. Halle and Edgar had known each other for too long. They were practically family. Their parents were close, their friend groups, overlapped, and everyone knew everyone. Edgar was like a misbehaving relative. No matter how far he strayed, eventually you ended up cleaning up the mess together.

But they weren’t actually family, and that was the problem. Halle hadn’t cut ties yet, partly because she refused to make things easy for Edgar and Nina and partly because, despite everything she wasn’t ready to let Edgar go.

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That reluctance to let go probably didn’t have much to do with love anymore. It was more about not wanting to lose someone who’d been part of her for so long. The kind of familiarity that no one else could replicate.

“Halle, are you listening?” Edgar’s voice cut through when she didn’t respond fast enough.

“Of course I am.” Edgar had come back to Drakoria after the holidays to take over the family business. His time abroad had been partly for professional development and partly a cover for his relationship with Nina.

This year,

the Bowmans had pushed hard for his return. He and Halle were both 25 now. Her career was taking off, and Edgar couldn’t stay overseas forever. Not if they were supposed to get married.

Neither family knew about Nina or the two-year-old daughter. Edgar had kept them hidden well.

And Edgar didn’t bother tiptoeing around Halle’s feelings about it. She’d already found out on her own, and he knew perfectly well that as long as she hadn’t formally called off the engagement, she was choosing to maintain the surface-level peace. She wouldn’t use Nina and the child as ammunition.

He really did know her.

“Then get over here,” Edgar said.

“I’m not a doctor. What am I supposed to do there?” Halle’s tone was light, almost playful. “You’re not going to ask me to apologize to her, are you?”

“You don’t think you should?”

Halle hadn’t planned on going. But if Edgar was going to push it like this, she wanted to see how this played out.

She wanted to know what Nina was actually after. The woman had been quiet for so long, and now our of nowhere she’d called to stake a claim on her man. Halle still couldn’t get a full read on her angle.

“Fine. Wait for me.”

It was already ten at night. Halle pulled off her pajamas and slipped into a black dress that fell past her knees. She let her curls hang loose down her back, spritzed on her favorite perfume, painted her lips red. and stepped into four-inch heels. She was already tall without them. In the shoes, she was pushing 5’11”.

Striking, polished, magnetic. Halle loved every inch of what she saw in the mirror.

She grabbed her bag and walked out.

She’d barely cleared the front gate when she heard a bark. A little toy poodle was bouncing around on the road ahead, absurdly energetic. Behind it trailed a man who had to be close to 6’3”,

Right. Halle had almost forgotten. James was her neighbor now.

James had a white toy poodle named Lemon. When he’d gone back to Zheron, he’d taken the dog with

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Tum, and in the six months since Halle had last seen it, the thing had ballooned.

She stared at it, genuinely alarmed. How was it that fat? Was that even healthy?

Lemon looked more like a stuffed sausage than a poodle.

James’s eyes swept over her from head to toe in one quick pass, and then he slipped into his most casual, old-man-on-a-stroll voice. “Well, well. If it isn’t Halle. All dolled up in the middle of the night. Where are

we headed?”

Halle almost choked. The Zheron energy radiating off this man was unreal. He sounded like he was two generations older than her.

James was unfairly good-looking. She’d give him that. He wasn’t as rough around the edges as he’d been when they first met, and even though every word out of his mouth dripped with that Zheron drawl, it was tolerable. Barely.

Halle didn’t waste time on small talk. She got in her car and drove off.

James raised an eyebrow as the car passed. He stood at the curb with his dog, a man and a poodle, watching her taillights disappear into the dark.

The hospital was quiet at this hour. When Halle reached the ward, she texted Edgar instead of walking in. She had no interest in barging into a scene she didn’t want to see.

Two minutes later, Edgar stepped out.

In the brief moment the door was open, Halle caught a glimpse of Nina on the hospital bed. Pale face, fragile and pitiful, like a portrait of suffering come to life.

Halle, by contrast, was runway-ready. Bold, radiant, flawless. The comparison was brutal.

Nina’s face went even paler. The bitterness and resentment buried in her eyes deepened, but all she could show Edgar was an even more delicate, helpless expression.

The tension between the two women hit the instant their eyes met. An undercurrent sharp enough to cut.

Edgar glanced back at Nina to reassure her, then stepped into the hallway and looked alle up and down. He seemed thrown off by how much bolder her style had gotten. In his memory, she was still the girl in a school uniform with that sweet, obedient smile. He frowned. “Did you really have to dress like that?”

Halle studied him right back.

Edgar had always been the warm, golden-boy type. Back in school, he was the kind of guy who made a uniform look effortlessly clean-cut. The handsome upperclassman with the gentle aura. He’d grown into it.

More masculine now, more presence, but still giving off that approachable first impression. Nothing like James, who practically broadcast old-money power from every pore.

Edgar was a bouquet of fresh flowers. James was a gemstone catching the light.

Different tastes for different people. Most women would gravitate toward James and all that effortless

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