Divorce Me I'm Done Serving You (Ayla and Troy) novel Chapter 853

Nina was a soft, harmless pudding with no edges at all. On the other hand, Halle was an avant-garde sculpture, all sharp angles and metallic gleam.

One had no bite whatsoever. The other was covered in spikes.

Edgar loved Halle, but he wished she were the pudding. Too bad for him.

"Have you been living here this whole time?" Edgar asked, looking around.

Halle handed him a glass of water. "Yep. Guess you really don't know much about me."

Edgar took a sip. "I really don't. I wouldn't have guessed you'd go for something like this."

She raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you can't quite appreciate my taste."

"I like things more feminine," He said. "Softer. More feminine."

Halle smiled. "Everyone's allowed their preferences."

Edgar watched her, so relaxed, so completely herself. She'd never change to match what he wanted, and that bothered him more than he could explain.

If he told Nina he liked something, she'd adjust overnight without being asked twice.

"Why'd you go quiet again?" Halle asked.

Edgar's expression soured further. "Who was that guy?"

"James Reagen. My neighbor."

"Does he have feelings for you?"

"Probably."

"What do you mean, probably? He obviously does. And you know it. So why are you spending time with him?"

Halle almost laughed. He'd been sleeping with another woman and had a child to show for it, and somehow he had the nerve to interrogate me?

Edgar's sudden outburst caught Halle off guard. I barely said anything... How is he already angry?

I hadn't said anything hurtful... Had I?

She talked to her friends this way all the time. Maybe running a company had made her a little more assertive than average, but she hadn't been attacking him. There was nothing in what she'd said that should've landed like a blow.

When she sparred with James, her edge was ten times sharper, and he never got angry. He'd just fire back with his own brand of dry sarcasm and they'd go back and forth. It was entertaining. Fun, even.

Maybe after all these years apart, she and Edgar just couldn't connect anymore.

She'd wanted to revisit some of that old warmth through Edgar, to sit with the memory of who she used to be. But the memories were already starting to blur.

"I gave you a straightforward explanation," Halle said evenly. "If that offended you, then I'm sorry."

The apology only made it worse. "You did it on purpose."

Halle frowned. "Fine. Let's say I did. What are you going to do about it?"

"You..." Edgar started.

Halle picked up her glass, took a calm sip, and set it down. When she spoke again, she'd shifted into the version of herself that sat behind a desk and ran a company. Measured, direct, every word carrying weight. "Edgar, let me be honest with you. After everything you've pulled, the fact that I haven't made a scene is something you should be grateful for. I'm not considering your feelings? I'm giving you a hard time? You really want to say that to me? If we're trying to plan a wedding here, we should probably avoid fighting, don't you think? Unless you want the whole thing to fall apart. You created the mess with Nina. All of it. The least you can do is have some self-awareness. You wronged me. That means you should be the one making this easy, going along with what I want, not sitting here throwing a fit and expecting me to comfort you. Get a grip on the situation, and then we can talk."