Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 321

Nora couldn’t shake Una from her mind on the drive home, her mood as gray as the evening sky.

Daniel sat beside her, silent and brooding, lost in his own thoughts.

The car was quiet, the only movement the patterns of streetlights gliding across their faces, illuminating the space between them—a space that felt achingly close, yet impossibly distant.

When the car stopped at the front gate, Nora finally snapped out of her reverie. She opened the door and stepped out.

Daniel followed her, and his voice broke the silence. “Aurora, I’ll be away on business for a few days.”

Nora tilted her head slightly. “Alright,” she replied, almost mechanically.

She walked inside without looking back.

Daniel lingered on the porch, chilled by the autumn wind that seemed to settle on his shoulders.

He realized, with a dull ache, that even though they were together again, their hearts had never felt further apart.

With a heavy sigh, he returned to the master bedroom to pack his things.

He remembered how, in the past, Nora always packed for him before a trip—making sure he never had to worry about a thing. Now, although she still slept in the same bedroom, she no longer lifted a finger to help him.

Daniel wheeled his suitcase to the door, hesitated as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, kept his silence.

The door closed with a quiet finality.

Nora opened her eyes in the dark.

She unclenched her fist, loosening her grip on the bedsheet.

If Daniel hadn’t left, she honestly didn’t know what excuse she’d have come up with to keep him out of her bed.

She slept just fine on her own.

The next day, she took Payne to visit Una.

Daniel had arranged for a new doctor to examine Una’s injured right hand.

Nora spoke softly, comforting her. “Don’t worry, the doctor will know what to do.”

Una sat propped against the headboard, calm and composed.

“It’s alright, Aurora. I’m not going to do anything reckless.”

Even if her right hand never healed and she couldn’t be a designer anymore, there were other paths she could take.

After all, she’d fought hard to survive—she had to cherish this life.

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