Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 56

But all she said was that she understood.

Not that she was sorry.

The silence settled in again, heavy and unbroken.

Aurora dropped her gaze back to her book.

Daniel grew bored and stood up to leave.

He never noticed that Aurora hadn’t turned the page in ages.

When Warner arrived, Aurora was still moving gingerly, careful with every step.

Her knees had been pressed against the hard floor for so long; she’d applied ointment, and the pain had eased a bit.

But walking was still a struggle.

Warner hesitated at the doorway before stepping inside.

“Aurora, how are you feeling?” he asked, hurrying over to steady her.

He’d seen the photo—his heart ached, his temper flared. He couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough.

Aurora leaned on his arm as she made her way to the bed. “Just trying to move around a bit. Good for the joints,” she said, managing a polite smile.

Warner looked at her, concern etched on his face. “Was it Daniel who made you kneel?”

He knew Daniel—proud, arrogant, never one to truly respect his own wife.

Aurora sat on the edge of the bed. “It wasn’t him.”

“Then who was it?” Warner frowned, trying to think of anyone else who could be so cruel.

Aurora shook her head. She couldn’t say Mrs. Chambers’ name. If she did, Daniel would only make her pay for it.

When Daniel came in, the first thing he saw was Warner leaning close to Aurora, speaking softly while she looked up at him with a faint smile.

It was a warmth she never showed Daniel.

His expression darkened as he turned and left without a word.

Warner didn’t stay long. After he left, Aurora sat for a while, then forced herself to get up and move again.

Suddenly, her phone on the nightstand began to vibrate violently.

Aurora instinctively tried to hurry, but every step sent stabbing pain through her knees, slowing her down.

She couldn’t hold herself up any longer and collapsed to the floor.

To protect Eleanor, Daniel was throwing her to the wolves.

She could already picture the stories strangers would spin, using the words “childhood sweethearts” to paint her as the villain who wrecked their perfect love.

In an instant, she’d gone from victim to homewrecker.

“Daniel…” She whispered his name, her voice raw with pain.

She picked up the phone and dialed his number, but it was Eleanor who answered.

“Aurora—”

Aurora hung up immediately.

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

Three years of marriage—outweighed by a childhood crush.

He could have divorced her, but instead, he chose to trample her just to lift the woman he really loved.

So ruthless. So heartless.