Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 871

Chapter 871 Power Move

Puished

“Hold on–don’t jumpi

inclusions just yet. If she were here to stake a claim, she’d be coming in bot

Maybe there’s more to the story.”

“Wait, so… who’s Edgar actually with right now?”

Halle caught some of the murmuring.

Edgar had hung her and Nina out to dry on a public spit while he sat comfortably invisible. The sheer audacity of his tactics-cheap, tactless, repulsive-made her physically ill.

Halle knew Edgar hadn’t exactly been leveling up over the years, but somehow he’d actually gotten worse. She still couldn’t see the floor of his depravity.

The girl who’d given Halle the heads-up gestured for her to sit.

She looked more uncomfortable than Halle did.

Halle patted her shoulder. “I’m fine. Go sit.”

Halle wasn’t afraid of awkwardness. If anyone had to feel awkward, it was everyone else.

She walked straight past the blind spot, into full view.

Edgar and Nina were at the poker table with a cluster of friends. Nina was tucked into Edgar’s side, head on his shoulder, watching his hand.

Two sharp claps. Halle brought her palms together.

Every pair of eyes swiveled to her.

Edgar’s expression barely changed. He’d done this on purpose, after all, so he’d been expecting it.

Nina looked shocked. She hadn’t known Halle was coming. She was sharp, though-her brow creased for half a second before smoothing out.

Halle wouldn’t show up uninvited just to humiliate herself. She wasn’t the type to prove to a room full of strangers that she was the “original.” And if Edgar wasn’t surprised, that meant Edgar had set this up.

Nina was more than happy to watch Halle squirm. But Edgar had made things worse for her, too, and the realization left a sour taste. She quietly put some distance between herself and Edgar.

On the bright side, the cracks between Edgar and Halle were clearly beyond repair. The engagement would fall apart soon enough.

And then it would be her turn.

What Nina ultimately wanted was the title of Mrs. Bowman-not Edgar himself. So, she could afford to be patient.

Edgar happened to be seated directly across from Halle. She could see the hand of the player facing Edgar.

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he pulled her gaze away. “You’ve got a winning hand.

finished

The player blinked, looked down at the card he’d just drawn. “Holy-she’s right. Thanks, beautiful… Halle. right? Long time no see

The silence broke. Everyone looked at Halle, then at Edgar.

Halle walked to the table. The fact that she’d clapped to command the entire room’s attention proved she wasn’t remotely afraid of a scene. She locked eyes with Edgar. “Two choices. You explain everything to your classmates, right here, right now. Or if you’d rather keep your dignity, step outside with me and explain there. If neither works for you, I’m calling your father. You have three seconds. One. Two. Three”

She finished counting and pulled out her phone.

She’d delivered it with a smile, but the instant she’d started speaking, the entire room had felt a presence so commanding it eclipsed every person in it.

A person’s confidence showed in their bearing, in their tone, in the look on their face.

What Halle radiated was “do not test me.” The classmates who’d been whispering behind her back shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

The whispers had been easy when she was just a name-safety in numbers, easy target. But standing face- to-face with her, it was obvious Halle was in a different league entirely. Nobody dared say another word. Instead, they were dying to know what Edgar had done.

One appearance. One sentence. And Halle had flipped the entire room.

Edgar was on his own turf, and he’d still lost the upper hand.

Her presence alone had steamrolled his. They weren’t even playing the same game.

Halle was their age, yet the authority she carried could silence a room-proof enough that the gap between people was very, very real. Even those who’d never met her could tell she was someone who ran things. A leader. A success.

Some people walked into a room, and the room rearranged itself around them. That couldn’t be faked.

Because their perception of Halle had shifted, so had their thinking. The “rescue the bro” impulse dissolved into genuine questions about Edgar’s behavior. One by one, they started pressing him.

“Edgar, what’s going on?”

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