Divorce Me I'm Done Serving You (Ayla and Troy) novel Chapter 847

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 believed 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.

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?"

"This afternoon. I was out getting lunch and happened to spot them. They looked really close. I thought maybe Halle had moved on, so that's why I called her, to ask her to let you go..."

Nina's face crumpled. "Did I read it wrong? Did I misunderstand everything? If I overstepped, I can apologize to her. I just don't want Halle to think badly of me."

Edgar looked at her. Sick and still worrying about Halle's feelings. Meanwhile, Halle's response to Nina had been nothing but cruelty. Mocking her constitution, asking why she should care about a stranger's comfort. The contrast gnawed at him.

Halle had turned into someone he didn't recognize. Someone he didn't like.

But even though he resented what she'd become, the instant he heard she'd been close to another man, his blood ran hot. It happened every single time. He wanted Halle's eyes on him and only him. The thought of her attention drifting to someone else, anyone else, made him furious.