Divorce Me I'm Done Serving You (Ayla and Troy) novel Chapter 883

Halle had no reason to stay. Everything that needed saying had been said.

Just as she picked up her bag to leave, Edgar, who had been silent since the engagement was called off, suddenly grabbed her wrist and stared hard into her eyes. “No. I won’t allow it.”

Halle paused, then said, “We’ve already come this far. There’s no future for us anymore.”

Edgar looked half-mad. “I said no, and that means no!”

Tyler slammed a hand on the table. “Enough, Edgar!”

Normally, Edgar would never dare defy his father, especially not when Tyler was angry. But right now, something in his head seemed to have been struck hard enough to break. That impact left him with only one instinct: he had to keep Halle in his grasp. He couldn't let her go.

He dragged Halle away, as if he could pull her back to the safe place they used to have.

He was terrified. Panicked. Like a child abandoned in the dark with no adult to reach for.

The fear of Halle leaving had split something open inside him.

All he knew was that he could not let her go.

Absolutely not.

Edgar dragged Halle all the way out.

Halle stumbled after him. “Edgar, what are you doing? Let go of me!”

Edgar couldn’t hear her anymore.

Halle shouted, “What’s the point of this? I don’t want to marry you. What, are you going to force me?”

Edgar still had no idea what to do. He saw an open door ahead, pulled her inside, and locked it from within, as if that would make everything safe.

Her wrist hurt. “You can’t lock me up.”

Edgar’s reason had completely snapped. “Who was it who wanted shelter back then? I gave you that, Halle. So, why are you leaving? Why?”

He roared the words, chest heaving, breath ragged, even his eyes turning red.

Halle lost her temper, too. She glared back. “Am I the one who was about to leave first? Haven’t I been standing in the same place all these years? Haven’t I?”

Edgar snarled, “Bullshit. You said you’d wait for me, but weren’t you out there enjoying your life? Did you ever let yourself suffer, even a little? Now that I’m back and ready to marry you, you’re running. You’re the one who betrayed us!”

She understood why Edgar was acting crazy—she knew he truly couldn't handle her leaving, just as she once couldn't.

But unless there was magic, a spoiled thing can never go back to being fresh.

Eyes red, jaw clenched, Halle bit out, “Too late. It's all too late."

It hit Edgar like a fall from a great height. A weightless, sickening drop seized him. He could not accept Halle leaving. Without her, it felt as if his body had been stripped of bone. If she really walked away, it would hurt like being flayed alive.

His body reacted so violently that even his voice came out hoarse. “Are you messing with me? What do you mean, too late? If you couldn’t accept it, why didn’t you make that clear from the start?”

Halle shot back, “Then, why did you get involved with Nina in the first place? Something that wrong, that obvious, that much of a betrayal—did I really have to remind you not to do it?”

Every memory surged up at once. Halle stared at him with hatred in her eyes.

So, apparently, she really couldn’t end this gracefully.

But this was fine—the venting felt good.

Halle grabbed his wrist. “Edgar, tell me. How did you bring yourself to betray all those years between us? We were supposed to get married right after graduation. We could have been together. We could have had a warm home. Why did you destroy it?”