Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 131

Aurora knew the party downstairs had long since ended.

She felt hollowed out, defeated, desperate to get out of this place.

As for the divorce papers, she’d have to find another way.

But Daniel’s grip was like iron—she couldn’t shake him off, and before she knew it, he’d pulled her into his arms.

He held her tightly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek, tucking it gently behind her ear.

“I’m taking you home.”

They were still married; of course he expected them to live together.

Aurora drew in a deep breath, fighting to hold back the anger surging inside her.

He’d ruined her family’s welcoming dinner, but that hardly mattered now—she’d never cared much for the idea of being Mrs. Chambers in the first place.

But what stung was that he could have simply talked to her, yet instead he’d locked her away, leaving her to cry alone.

And then, as if that weren’t enough, he’d said he wanted a child…

Aurora couldn’t accept it.

She stared at him coldly. “Daniel, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stay married to you.”

Whatever feelings they’d once shared had long since vanished.

Daniel gazed down at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable—a storm of pain, regret, and a stubborn determination all mixed together.

“How would you know, unless we try?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead with a tenderness that felt almost cruel.

There was a time when such a gesture would have made her heart flutter.

Now, Aurora turned away, a tear clinging to the corner of her eye. She had nothing left to give this marriage.

Daniel kept her wrist in a tight grip, his face drawn with worry and pain, leading her all the way to the parking garage.

She fought him in the car, lashing out, but Daniel’s resolve never wavered. He pinned her hands, unyielding, and drove her back to North Manor.

In the living room, Daniel handed her back her phone. “Stay here, Aurora. I’ll speak to my grandmother.”

Aurora clutched her phone, her hands trembling. “So you’re locking me up again?”

Daniel’s jaw was set, but his voice was heartbreakingly gentle. “You need to rest and take care of yourself.”

The meaning was crystal clear.

Now he was using his grandmother to threaten her, too.

…

At the hospital.

Grandma Grace was furious, demanding answers from Mr. Chambers. “Where is my Aurora?”

Mr. Chambers looked utterly miserable, and for the hundredth time tried to reassure her. “That son of mine… Don’t worry, I’ll bring her back, I promise.”

How could Grandma Grace not worry? Aurora had already suffered so much.

Out in the hallway.

Jordan stared into the hospital room, stunned by the scene before him.

Now that Eleanor had finally been acknowledged as Aurora’s sister, Jordan’s anger had faded. He’d come to the hospital to tell Grandma Grace the news.

Eleanor was stronger than Aurora, after all.

Maybe fate itself wanted him to show off, because—for once—the supposedly locked door had been left wide open.