Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 871

“Hold on—don’t jump to conclusions just yet. If she were here to stake a claim, she’d be coming in hot. 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. She pulled her gaze away. “You’ve got a winning hand.”

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