Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 1

Fairvale.

8:00 p.m.

Lightning tore through the black night. Rain hammered the earth in relentless sheets.

Aurora Quinn curled on the cold, wet ground, her body slick with blood that the rain quickly washed away. Her fingers, pale and wrinkled from the downpour, fumbled with her phone, scrolling desperately through her contacts, calling one name after another.

Again and again, the mechanical voice echoed in the storm.

“We’re sorry. The person you are calling is unavailable.”

Finally, the glow of her phone faded out beneath the rain, no matter how many times she pressed the button.

…

9:00 p.m.

Fairvale Hospital.

A doctor’s hurried footsteps shattered the silence of the night.

“She’s miscarrying. Have you contacted her family?”

“I have, but…” The nurse hesitated.

“But what?” The doctor’s tone was sharp, edged with impatience.

“Her family said they’re at a birthday party… They don’t have time to come.”

…

11:30 p.m.

Aurora stared up at the stark hospital lights, watching the clear fluid drip rhythmically from the IV.

She heard the door creak open and recognized the tired voice that followed.

“Aurora.”

An hour ago, she’d come out of surgery. Under the nurse’s pitying gaze, she’d borrowed a phone and messaged Daniel Chambers, asking him to pay her hospital bill if he had the time.

Now, at last, her husband had arrived.

Daniel wore a crisp white shirt, his features handsome and sharp, though there was a shadow of fatigue in his eyes.

She turned her head away, eyes stinging.

The accusation cut deeper than any blade.

He had no idea.

He didn’t know she’d been kidnapped. He didn’t know their baby was gone.

The anger inside her swelled until it threatened to choke her.

“Daniel, are you saying I checked myself into the hospital just to get attention?”

The silence stretched on, suffocating. Daniel’s eyes were dark, bottomless.

Aurora saw the answer in his gaze—he believed it.

Her chest felt hollow. A bitter smile twisted her lips.

Three years of marriage, and in his eyes, this is who she was.

Perhaps realizing that another word would start a fight, Daniel stood up. “I’ll go pay the bill. Get some rest. Dr. Temple is on her way.”

Dr. Temple was Aurora’s obstetrician—the one who’d looked after her since she first learned she was pregnant.