Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 21

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**

**Chapter 13**

His voice wavered, a thin veneer of composure cracking under the weight of disbelief.

“Nora… is that truly you?!”

With a swift motion, he pushed the door open, only to be met with the sight of Nora nestled securely in Dominic’s embrace.

For a moment, his thoughts were a chaotic swirl, a blank canvas devoid of clarity.

“Nora, what are you doing with Dominic Faulkner? Do you even grasp how long I’ve been searching for you? I’ve scoured every corner, every shadow…”

He reached out toward her, his hand trembling, a desperate plea etched across his face.

“Nora… come home… I’m begging you…”

Yet, Nora didn’t even glance his way.

“Mr. Whitmore, we are divorced. I would appreciate it if you could act accordingly.”

“Divorced? That’s impossible!”

Chase’s voice rose, a sudden eruption of frustration.

“I never signed anything! If I refuse to acknowledge it, then it simply isn’t real!”

“Nora, you belong to me. You will always belong to me—forever.”

Dominic stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of her.

“Mr. Whitmore.”

His voice was as cold and sharp as a winter’s night.

“Nora is now my fiancée. We are set to marry soon. I strongly advise you to reconsider your approach before this situation escalates into something even more embarrassing.”

Chase stood there, frozen in disbelief, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

Married? Fiancée?

The very idea that Nora was preparing to marry someone else was a bitter pill to swallow. It couldn’t possibly be true!

His grip on his emotions was slipping, teetering on the edge of chaos, while Nora remained beside Dominic, calm and collected. She didn’t appear to be putting on a façade.

A wave of anguish crashed over him, relentless and consuming.

“Nora, you promised you’d love me for the rest of your life. How could you betray that promise?”

“I know you despised Camila. I’ve dealt with her already—she won’t trouble us again. Look, I even recorded it. See…”

With trembling hands, he extracted his phone, and the anguished cries of a woman echoed through the stairwell.

Nora’s expression darkened with each passing second.

As she witnessed Camila’s contorted face on the screen, there was no sense of vindication or victory—only a profound, suffocating sorrow that settled deep within her bones.

“That’s enough.”

Her voice was frigid, cutting through the tension.

“What transpires between you and Camila is of no concern to me. But do not dare tarnish my name with your violence. That kind of rot consumes its own.”

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