Divorce Me I'm Done Serving You (Ayla and Troy) novel Chapter 848

Nina watched Edgar go quiet, his mind clearly somewhere else, and her fingers tightened around the bedsheet. Every time. Every single time she brought up something negative about Halle, Edgar shut down. No reaction, no reassurance. What was he thinking? Why couldn't he just say something, anything, to put her at ease?

She reached for his hand. "Are you upset?"

Edgar snapped back to the present, saw the worry in her eyes, and shook his head. "No."

"You are. If hearing stuff like this bothers you, I just won't tell you anymore."

"I'm really not upset," Edgar said. "Don't overthink it."

He checked the time. "I need to get back to work. Once this IV finishes, I'll have my driver take you home."

"You're leaving already?" The resentment inside Nina swelled. He couldn't stay one night?

"I had a work event tonight to begin with." Edgar patted her cheek gently. "Be good. Stop worrying."

Nina was furious, but she knew the rules. Edgar liked her compliant, dependent, never pushing back. The moment she fought with him, he'd pull away even further.

So even though she was seething, she swallowed it. "Okay. Don't work too hard."

Edgar nodded and walked out.

Nina stared at the door after it closed, trembling with rage. She ripped the IV needle from the back of her hand.

Blood welled up instantly, but she didn't care. Her eyes burned with desperate, bitter fury.

Why did every mention of Halle send him spiraling? Why would he never tell her what he was thinking? It was always like this. Always.

Edgar was hyper-attuned to everything involving Halle. The second her name came up, something shifted in him. If Nina pressed, he either went silent or changed the subject entirely.

She was exhausted. Exhausted from trying to decode a man who refused to be read. And she was done living like this.

Edgar got in the car and yanked his tie loose, agitated. A minute ago he'd been content to sit with Nina. Then Halle's name came up, and all he wanted was to leave. Now his head was full of nothing but her.

Halle had agreed to marriage, but what she was actually waiting for was a real, honest apology. When Edgar finally gave her that, she'd forgive him and let this chapter close the way it deserved to.

What they'd had was warm and beautiful once. It fell apart later, but it should end with mutual respect, not with Edgar dodging and deflecting until the whole thing just faded into nothing.

Halle wanted a bittersweet ending that still carried warmth. And she'd hold onto that warmth for a long, long time.

She thought about all of this on the drive home, lost in it, and before she knew it she was pulling up to her front gate.

When she'd left, there had been barking. Now, there was still barking. But it sounded weaker this time, thin and pitiful.

The neighborhood was perfectly still at this hour. A cool breeze drifted through, catching Halle's curls as she stepped out of the car. She liked this kind of quiet. Even the sad little whimpering didn't bother her.

She looked around. No sign of James.

Had he just left Lemon outside by himself?