The Hide and Seek Game That Lasted a Lifetime novel Chapter 23

Chapter 13

His voice wavered, barely able to contain the shock that gripped him.

“Nora… is that really you?”

He pushed the door open, only to find Nora safely nestled in Dominic’s protective embrace.

His mind went completely blank, overwhelmed by the sight.

“Nora, what are you doing with Dominic Faulkner? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been searching for you? I’ve looked everywhere…”

His voice cracked as he reached out toward her with a trembling hand, desperation evident in every movement.

“Nora… please, come home…”

But Nora didn’t even glance in his direction.

“Mr. Whitmore, we’re divorced. Please act accordingly.”

“That’s impossible!” Chase suddenly snapped, his frustration boiling over.

“I never signed anything! If I don’t accept it, then it’s not real!”

“Nora belongs to me. You’ll always be mine—forever.”

Dominic stepped forward, positioning himself between Chase and Nora, shielding her with a quiet authority.

“Mr. Whitmore,” Dominic’s voice was cold and sharp as ice, “Nora is my fiancée now. We’ll be married soon. I suggest you stop before this becomes even more humiliating for you.”

Chase stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.

Married? Fiancée?

Nora was going to marry someone else? The thought was unbearable.

He felt on the verge of losing control, but Nora remained calm and composed beside Dominic. There was no hint of pretense in her demeanor.

A wave of agony crashed over him like a relentless storm.

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

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

His hands shook as he pulled out his phone, and a woman’s anguished cries echoed through the stairwell.

Nora’s face darkened with every passing second.

Watching Camila’s distorted, desperate expression on the screen didn’t bring her any sense of victory or justice—only a deep, suffocating sorrow that settled in her bones.

“That’s enough.”

Her voice was ice-cold.

“What happens between you and Camila is none of my concern. But don’t you dare sully my name with your violence. That kind of poison destroys the one who carries it.”

“Chase Whitmore, we are done!”

Her eyes held no warmth—only a sharp, cutting loathing.

He searched her face desperately for the tenderness he once knew, but it was gone.

She truly didn’t love him anymore.

Not even a little.

A tear slipped down Chase’s cheek.

“This is about Dominic, isn’t it? You’re choosing him over me… aren’t you?”

Dominic’s jaw clenched tightly. “You—”

But Nora interrupted him.

“That’s right.”

Now, all she wanted was to make Chase feel the pain she had endured.

“Dominic is hotter, richer, smarter—and a thousand times the man you’ll ever be. Why on earth would I want you?”

“Now get out.”

Dominic’s ears flushed red with tension.

Chase’s face contorted with fury.

With a guttural cry of anguish, he lunged forward, his fist aimed straight for Dominic’s jaw.