Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 10

She knew perfectly well why he was explaining himself now—it wasn’t out of concern for her, but because he was afraid she’d cause another scene and push Eleanor over the edge.

Aurora stayed silent.

“What happened tonight was your fault. You owe Eleanor an apology,” Daniel demanded, his tone brooking no argument.

Every word, every measured explanation, was a shield for Eleanor and a rebuke for his own wife’s supposed irrationality.

Aurora turned her head to look at Daniel. The face she’d once known so intimately now seemed unbearably foreign.

“And what am I to you, Daniel?”

“Eleanor has been a friend of mine for years—she’s your sister. She broke up and moved back home to focus on her career. Supporting her, helping her, that’s what we should do.” Daniel’s voice was sharp, leaving no room for dispute.

His wife had always been especially harsh with her younger sister.

He paused, then added, “If this is because I once had feelings for her, you can let it go. You and I are married, Aurora. I won’t betray you.”

“You’ve misunderstood our relationship.”

A heavy ache spread through Aurora’s lower abdomen. She pressed a hand against her stomach, and as she thought of the child she’d lost, a wave of bitterness clogged her chest.

She let out a cold, mirthless laugh. “You both make me sick.”

The words had barely left her mouth when Daniel seized her wrist.

His grip was punishing; he yanked her closer, eyes dark and furious. “‘Sick’? After three years of marriage, that’s what you think of me?”

Aurora met his gaze head on, chin lifted, refusing to flinch. “What else am I supposed to feel? Should I applaud you for your undying devotion to her?”

“Aurora.” Daniel’s anger was barely contained.

“When I was kidnapped, you were busy throwing her a birthday party. When I was lying in a hospital bed, losing our baby, you were at the Perfumery Congress with her. Tell me, Daniel, what am I to you?”

“A convenient bed partner? A tool for making babies?”

Slowly, deliberately, Aurora worked her wrist free from his grasp.

It took effort, but she was determined.

Daniel’s hand relaxed, then suddenly tightened again.

His touch burned against her skin, as if she’d never escape the brand he’d left.

Aurora felt miserable inside, her patience snapping, and she no longer bothered to hide her disgust.

And women in her condition needed peace more than anything.

“Thank you,” Aurora murmured. Everyone seemed to understand she needed rest—everyone except her own husband.

No, he understood. He just didn’t care.

Ms. Temple left.

The nurse hooked up her IV, and Aurora drifted off into a restless sleep.

When she woke up, she was startled to find Daniel was still there.

He was sitting on the sofa across the room, brows furrowed, a file in his hand, lips pressed in a tight line—clearly not in a good mood.

Aurora pushed herself up on her elbows, trying to sit.

Daniel heard the movement, set aside his file, and walked over.

He instinctively supported her back, his voice low. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah.” Aurora lowered her eyes, answering softly.