Where Destiny Forgot Us 22

Where Destiny Forgot Us 22 Summary

Chase Whitmore is shocked and overwhelmed when he unexpectedly finds Nora in Dominic Faulkner’s protective embrace. Desperate and emotional, Chase pleads with Nora to come back home, revealing how long he has been searching for her. However, Nora remains cold and distant, firmly telling him they are divorced and that he should accept it. Chase refuses to believe the divorce is real, insisting Nora still belongs to him, but Dominic steps in, warning Chase to back off as Nora is now his fiancée.

 

The tension escalates as Chase tries to remind Nora of their past, accusing her of breaking her promise to love him forever. He even shows her a disturbing recording involving Camila, a woman he claims has been a problem. Nora responds with cold disdain, rejecting Chase’s attempts to drag her name through violence and asserting that their relationship is over. She recounts the sacrifices she made during their marriage and the abuse she endured, revealing the depth of her pain and betrayal.

 

Nora’s words cut deep, exposing Chase’s failures and cruelty. She tells him she lived worse than a maid, subjected to threats and humiliation, and refuses to listen to his excuses. Dominic’s protective stance and glare emphasize the divide between the two men. Chase is left regretful and desperate, but Nora’s cold loathing is clear—she no longer loves him, not even a little.

 

In a final confrontation, Chase accuses Nora of choosing Dominic over him, to which she confirms without hesitation. She declares Dominic superior in every way and orders Chase to leave. The chapter ends with Chase’s fury boiling over as he lunges at Dominic, leading to a violent clash fueled by pain, anger, and heartbreak.

His voice quivered, barely able to contain the shock that rattled him from within.

“Nora… is that really you?” he whispered, disbelief thick in his tone.

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

His mind went completely blank, as if every thought had been erased.

“Nora, what are you doing with Dominic Faulkner? Do you even realize how long I’ve been searching for you? I’ve looked everywhere…” he pleaded, reaching out with a trembling hand, desperate to touch her.

“Nora… please, come back home…” His voice cracked under the weight of his emotions.

But Nora didn’t even glance his way.

“Mr. Whitmore, we’re divorced. Please behave accordingly,” she said coolly, her voice steady and firm.

“That can’t be true!” Chase snapped suddenly, his frustration boiling over.

“I never signed any papers! If I don’t accept it, then it’s not real!” he insisted stubbornly.

“Nora belongs to me now. She always will,” Chase declared, his voice low and possessive.

Dominic stepped forward, placing himself between Chase and Nora, shielding her with a protective stance.

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

Chase froze, as if struck by a sudden lightning bolt.

Married? Fiancée?

Nora was going to marry someone else? That couldn’t be true!

His control teetered on the edge of collapse, but Nora stood beside Dominic, calm and composed. She didn’t seem to be pretending.

A wave of agony crashed over him, overwhelming and relentless.

“Nora, you promised you’d love me for the rest of your life. How can you break your word like this?” he asked, voice breaking.

“I know you hated Camila. I’ve already dealt with her—she won’t bother us anymore. Look, I even recorded it. See…” he said, pulling out his phone with shaking hands.

A woman’s anguished cries echoed through the stairwell, filling the tense air.

Nora’s face darkened with each passing second. Watching Camila’s distorted expression on the screen didn’t bring her any sense of triumph or relief—only a deep, suffocating sorrow that settled deep in her bones.

“That’s enough,” she said coldly, her voice cutting through the tension.

“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 its own host.”

“Chase Whitmore, we are finished!” she declared firmly.

“I don’t accept that!” he roared, desperation bleeding into his voice.

“And why not?” Nora challenged, her gaze sharp and mocking.

“Oh, right. You have every reason not to. When we married, it was my family’s shares that saved your company from collapse. I ran the household, raised our daughter, managed every detail. You paraded your side affairs through our front door, and I never said a word. Never asked for anything,” she recounted, her tone flat but biting.

“All that, just to end up as your live-in maid and on-call sex object. No wonder you never wanted a divorce,” she spat out.

Chase looked at her, anguish twisting his features.

“Nora… don’t talk about yourself like that,” he begged softly.

“But it’s the truth,” she said plainly. “I lived worse than a maid. At least maids aren’t threatened or shoved into sinks. And they certainly aren’t pimped out by the man who promised to protect them.”

Her voice cracked, and tears finally spilled down her cheeks.

Dominic’s brow furrowed deeply at her words, casting Chase a glare filled with pure hostility.

All Chase felt now was regret, crushing and suffocating.

“Nora… I didn’t order that… it was Camila…” he stammered.

“Enough,” Nora interrupted, unwilling to hear another excuse.

“Whether it was you or her—what difference does it make? You both make my skin crawl.”

“If you have any decency left, disappear from my life forever.”

Chase stood frozen, staring at her in stunned silence.

Her eyes held no warmth, only a cold, cutting loathing.

He searched her face desperately, looking for even a flicker of the tenderness he once knew—but it was gone.

She didn’t love him anymore.

Not even a little.

A single tear slipped down Chase’s cheek.

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

Dominic’s jaw clenched tightly. “You—”

But Nora cut him off.

“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,” she ordered.

Dominic’s ears flushed red with tension.

Chase’s face twisted into a mask of fury.

With a howl of rage and pain, he lunged forward, his fist flying straight toward Dominic’s jaw.