Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 22

“Daniel, help the baby. Please… my baby…”

The desperate, broken sobs echoed in the darkness, each one wrapped in agony and despair.

…

“Wake up, Aurora.”

“You’re having a nightmare.”

A worried voice cut through the rumble of thunder.

Aurora’s eyes flew open, and she found herself staring into Daniel’s familiar, chiseled face.

He had pulled her partway into his arms, his voice taut with concern as he called her name. “Aurora.”

Her mind was still a haze of panic and pain. The ache lingered in her body, and her pale fingers instinctively gripped Daniel’s shirt, trembling as she pleaded with him in confusion and fear.

“Daniel, my stomach hurts so much. Please, save our baby.”

A shadow of heartbreak flickered across Daniel’s features. Knowing she was still trapped in the nightmare’s grip, he held her tighter, murmuring soothing words.

“I’m right here, Aurora. I’m not going anywhere.”

Another thunderclap rattled the windows.

Aurora’s body went rigid. At last, the nightmare loosened its hold, letting her drift back to reality.

Tears still streaked her face. She pulled the blanket over herself and rolled to her side.

Daniel slipped behind her, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her gently back into his embrace.

“Aurora, it’s okay. Try to get some sleep. I’ll stay with you.”

She shifted, inching away, reluctant to be so close. But in the next moment, Daniel drew her back, his grip firm on her wrist, not letting her go. He leaned down and kissed her.

His touch was gentle, meant to comfort, to reassure.

But Aurora turned her face away, resisting, tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes.

Daniel’s lips brushed against her tears, and a heavy ache tightened in his chest.

He didn’t press further.

His hand smoothed her hair, his voice low and husky with emotion. “I’ve caught the people who kidnapped you. Do you want to see them?”

Daniel was quiet for a few seconds, then replied, his voice rough. “Alright.”

He released her shoulder and let her turn away from him, lying with her back to him.

He watched her in silence, regret heavy in his gaze. He hated himself for what had happened to their child, yet her coldness left him uneasy and restless.

People have to move forward, he thought. But she refused.

***

Aurora woke late the next day. When she finally came downstairs, a housekeeper greeted her with breakfast.

“He left for the office early, but he asked me to prepare your favorite oatmeal.”

Aurora nodded and sat down at the table.

The housekeeper brought over a bowl of steaming soup as well. “He also sent these medicines this morning. Said the prescription was from Dr. Austin—he wanted me to make sure this soup would help you regain your strength.”

Her tone was filled with admiration.

Not many husbands in these wealthy circles took such care of their wives. Especially not someone as young as Mr. Chambers—women lined up hoping for a chance with him, but he only ever had eyes for his wife.