Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 34

Daniel’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter, his tone strained. “Be gentle.”

The nurse looked a bit aggrieved; her touch was already as gentle as she could make it.

Aurora gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I can handle it. It’s not nearly as bad as before.”

Daniel’s heart clenched with regret.

After the treatment, Aurora reclined quietly against the pillows, watching Daniel in silence.

He took a damp towel and, without a word, gently wiped the sheen of sweat from her forehead.

“I was wrong about the press conference,” he said finally, his voice thick with guilt and remorse. “I shouldn’t have blamed you.”

Only then did Aurora realize why he’d changed his mind and decided to let her stay here.

But apologies after the fact never made up for the pain he’d caused—not this time, and not the many times before.

“Will you grant me a divorce?” Aurora’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

All she wanted was for this marriage to end.

But for reasons she couldn’t fathom, Daniel refused to let her go, forcing her to remain in this relationship, suffering blow after blow.

Last time, because of him, she’d been kidnapped—and lost their child.

This time, again because of him, she’d been pushed and twisted her ankle so badly she couldn’t even walk.

What about next time? What new misery awaited her then?

The thought made her heart ache, humiliation and grief crashing over her in relentless waves until her eyes were rimmed red.

“Daniel, these past three years, I haven’t just enjoyed the luxury and status of being Mrs. Chambers.” Her voice was low, edged with sorrow.

She had saved the entire fragrance division of the Chambers Group with her Almanac of Air collection, bringing in revenue and acclaim. That was her achievement—something Daniel couldn’t just erase with a careless word.

Daniel swallowed hard, reaching down to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek. “It was wrong of me. I never should have said those things.”

Aurora turned her head away. She hated when he touched her like this—so gentle, so caring—because every kind word was always followed by suspicion and hurt.

“Daniel, I don’t even want the Almanac of Air anymore. Can we please just get divorced?”

She was exhausted; the fight in her had run dry. If divorce was the price for peace, she was willing to give up everything.

That explained how Daniel had found Aurora so quickly after the call.

Una’s guilt was plain on her face.

“It’s okay,” Aurora said, still tearful but trying to sound cheerful. “At least my ankle will heal.”

Una couldn’t help but laugh, though her heart ached for her friend.

How much more did Daniel have to put Aurora through?

Before long, Aurora asked Una to head home.

She had something important to do.

She forwarded the video—proof of Samuel dragging her and forcing her to take the blame for Eleanor—directly to the press.

If everyone already believed she’d leaked the footage, then she might as well take full responsibility.

Within barely an hour, the video was everywhere, drawing attention almost as quickly as Daniel’s cheating scandal had.