Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 26

“Is it true Mr. Chambers cheated on your sister?”

“Mrs. Chambers, care to comment?”

A deafening buzz filled Aurora’s mind, but the barrage of questions kept coming, relentless and shrill, each one jabbing at her nerves until she felt paralyzed, unable to open her mouth.

She stood as still as a statue, frozen in place.

Her silence only emboldened them. The reporters surged closer, desperate for a soundbite from Mrs. Chambers herself.

By the time Una tried to intervene, it was too late. Someone shoved Aurora, and she crashed to the floor.

A sharp pain shot through her ankle—she couldn’t get up.

The reporters pressed in, undeterred.

Fury flashed in Una’s eyes. She snatched the nearest camera and smashed it to the ground, then kicked the reporter who dared lay a hand on Aurora.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She shielded Aurora with her body, shouting at the mob, “If you’ve got questions, go ask Daniel! Chasing a woman down just to harass her—what garbage.”

The cameraman, incensed, demanded compensation.

Chaos erupted.

…

Fairvale Airport.

At the VIP exit, Daniel scanned the crowd, lips pressed into a thin, impatient line when he didn’t see the one person he expected.

Eleanor stood beside him, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

Aaron spoke in a low voice, “Mrs. Chambers said she’d come pick us up. She’s not here.”

Eleanor blinked in surprise, something twisting inside her. Aurora hadn’t come—and Daniel was clearly annoyed.

On the way back to the office, Daniel couldn’t help himself. He texted Aurora. They’d agreed to talk today—why hadn’t she shown up?

Her reply came quickly.

[At the police station.]

Daniel’s frown deepened. He turned to the driver. “Take us to the police station.”

…

His gentle kisses, his promises to bring her a gift… How laughable it all seemed now.

The reporter’s eyes glittered with satisfaction. “Mrs. Chambers, you should thank me. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be in the dark about your husband’s affair.”

“Oh, and the other woman? Your own sister…”

“Enough…” Aurora’s voice was icy. However close they’d been behind her back, this stranger had no right to gloat over her pain.

Especially when he was only here to cause trouble.

Before she could say more, the mediation room door swung open.

Aurora looked up to see her husband striding in, travel-worn and tense.

His suit jacket hung over his arm, his face dark with anger. But as his eyes landed on Aurora, the tight line of his brow eased—just a fraction.

He crossed to her. “Aurora…”

Then his gaze flicked to the phone on the table, the video still playing.

His expression went even colder.