Chapter 847 Playing House
Halle was done engaging. She didn’t bother offering her own opinions anymore. She just wanted to see how far he’d take this.
She played along. “What do you mean, that’s the deal?”
“Because we can’t split up. Edgar said. “We can’t untangle this. Everyone’s watching us. You’re the one who has to bend
Halle almost laughed. She shrugged. “I don’t bend.”
Edgar’s voice shifted. “Your parents never loved you. I’m the only person who ever did. You can’t let me go. If you could, you would’ve cut me off a long time ago.”
Halle had grown up a lot, but first loves worked the same way for everyone. They lived in some untouchable corner of your heart forever.
Edgar had given her the most beautiful version of love at the exact moment she’d needed it most. No matter what he’d become since then, what they’d once shared would always exist somewhere inside her.
He knew she couldn’t let go. “I never changed how I feel about you. If we didn’t fight every time we saw each other, I’d still treat you the same way I always did.”
Halle looked at him. Same expression, same mannerisms as always. He wasn’t lying. He genuinely belie what he was saying. But he couldn’t deliver on it anymore.
How could he be with Nina and still claim he was in love with her?
People were complicated enough for that to be true, sure. But all Halle felt was amusement. Every promise Edgar made, he broke. That was the definition of wanting to but not being able to. Good intentions, zero follow-through.
Too bad they weren’t kids anymore. In adult relationships, good intentions without action weren’t tolerated. They sure as hell weren’t forgiven.
Halle kept moving forward. Why was Edgar still standing in place) playing pretend?
She smiled. “Alright. I can accept your terms.”
Edgar wasn’t particularly surprised. Halle actually breaking up with him for real would’ve been the shock.
“So going forward…”
“Going forward, we do what your parents want. We both move back into your family’s house and start planning the wedding.”
The color drained from Edgar’s face. Moving home meant being under his parents’ roof, dealing with their constant oversight, and losing the freedom of living on his own.
And of course, it meant leaving Nina.
Chapter 847 Playing House
Halle smiled. I’ll call your mom and dad tomorrow to set it up. Think it over. If you can’t agree to this, then we have nothing left to discuss.”
When Halle left the hospital, Edgar got a call from Nina and rushed back to her room without a second thought.
Before he went, Halle caught the irritation on his face. Directed at her. As if she were the one forcing him and Nina into the shadows. As if every inconvenience in his life was her fault.
If Edgar had an ounce of courage to own what he’d done, things never would’ve gotten this bad. But he hadn’t said a word. Not one.
The deeper his sunk costs grew, the less he could stomach the idea of everything coming to light. The judgment. The fallout.
He wanted to keep up his perfect image. He wanted to meet his parents’ expectations.
But he couldn’t make his actions match his words. And whose fault was that?
Halle would keep playing Edgar’s little game for a while longer. She wanted to see how long it took bef he finally came clean to his parents on his own.
Edgar was the one in the wrong. Halle wasn’t about to run to the Bowmans sobbing about his betray acting like some wounded victim. That wasn’t her.
What she wanted was for Edgar to go to his parents, admit what he’d done, apologize, and then get down in front of her and beg for forgiveness.
Edgar returned to the hospital room and held Nina, soothing her. He got irritated with her sometimes. sure, but there was something about the way she needed him, the way she leaned on him, that fed a part of him. He liked feeling like her protector.
Nina lay in his arms, her mind racing. She wanted all of him. But he still hadn’t made a move to give her that, and with every passing day, the panic grew. She was getting older. Their daughter was getting older. She had to do something.
“I think I saw Halle having dinner with a man today,” she said softly.
Edgar frowned. “When?”
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