Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 5

“Still putting on an act, aren’t you?” Samuel sneered, his tone dripping with contempt as he looked down at Aurora sprawled on the floor. “Aurora, you think you can just faint whenever you feel guilty? Don’t forget, this is a hospital. A doctor will know in seconds if you’re faking.”

Daniel bent down and scooped Aurora into his arms. She was so light it was as if she weighed nothing at all. The realization unsettled him. He hadn’t seen much of her lately, and he hadn’t realized just how much weight she’d lost.

“I’ll get a doctor,” Samuel declared, determined to expose Aurora’s “charade.” He turned sharply and strode towards the door.

Just then, a nurse pushed into the room. Aurora’s miscarriage, combined with the lack of any family at her side, had left the nurse concerned about her condition—especially as it was time to change her IV.

The nurse approached, and the sight of blood on Aurora’s hand and her ashen face made her expression tighten with alarm. She pressed the emergency call button without hesitation.

“Doctor, patient in Room 29 is unconscious. We need a crash team immediately!”

Hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor as doctors and more nurses rushed in. After a quick examination, they whisked Aurora off to the emergency ward.

Outside, Daniel’s heart thudded painfully against his ribs, each beat growing faster and heavier.

Samuel’s dismissive voice broke the tension. “She’s faking it. You don’t need to make such a fuss.”

The nurse shot him a glare. “You think you know more than we do?”

Daniel couldn’t shake the image of Aurora’s pale, fragile face. He turned to the nurse. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Miscarriage,” the nurse said curtly before hurrying back inside.

A hush fell over the hallway.

Eleanor was the first to speak, her voice trembling. “How could Aurora have miscarried?”

Daniel stood frozen, replaying the scene in his mind—Samuel’s harsh words, Aurora’s sudden collapse. What really happened to her?

He pulled out his phone, texting his assistant an urgent request to look into everything that had happened that night.

Samuel muttered under his breath, “A miscarriage? She didn’t do it on purpose, did she?”

Daniel’s head snapped up, and he shot Samuel a look so cold it could have frozen the air.

“Are you still in pain?” Daniel’s voice was low, stripped of the coldness from the day before.

Aurora looked up at him, but the emptiness in her chest lingered. She turned her head away, gazing out the window and forcing herself to keep her emotions in check.

Daniel’s voice broke the silence, deep and husky. “Aurora, I’m sorry about last night. If I’d known things would turn out that way, I…”

He would have sent someone to bring her home, no matter what.

“Daniel, our three years are almost up.” Aurora spoke quietly, her face still turned toward the window, her expression distant.

Daniel’s gaze lingered on her, his black shirt making his features seem even more somber.

Aurora slowly turned to look at him, her tone steady. “The agreement has three months left. After that, there’s a month before the divorce.”

When they married, neither of them had wanted it. They’d drafted a three-year agreement: if, after three years, there was still no real affection between them, they’d end things for good.