Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 72

Aurora slapped his hand away, her face a mask of indifference. “Get out,” she said flatly.

Daniel pressed his fingers to his throbbing temple, veins standing out on his forehead. “Aurora, I came to tell you—I don’t agree to the divorce.”

Without hesitation, Aurora raised her hand to strike him again, but this time Daniel caught her wrist mid-air.

He gripped her tightly, yanking her into his arms, his voice rough but coaxing. “I set up a studio in your name. However you want to grow it, I’ll support you.”

Aurora couldn’t care less.

She wanted nothing more to do with him—no ties, no business, nothing.

“Daniel, you know exactly what I care about. But for her sake, you always pretend not to understand.”

“You can’t have it both ways.”

“How is that fair to me?”

She hadn’t done a thing, yet somehow she’d been dragged into his endless drama with Eleanor.

Three years of tasting every bitter, sweet, and sour twist life could offer.

And now he had the nerve to say he wouldn’t agree to the divorce.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, unchecked. Aurora bit her lip and turned away from him.

Panic tightened Daniel’s chest. He pulled her close again, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Held against him, Aurora took a long time to steady her breath and calm the storm inside.

Her voice was barely audible as she pleaded, “Daniel, please. Let me go.”

She whispered it again, “Let me go.”

Daniel kissed the tears from her face, his own heart tight with pain. “Aurora, give me one more chance.”

“No…”

“Just one more. If I hurt you again, I’ll sign the divorce papers.”

But even as he said it, he wondered—why was it so hard to let go? He’d never truly loved Aurora the way a man loves a woman, yet the thought of divorce was unbearable.

Aurora stepped back out of his embrace, her eyes cold, her lips curled in a bitter smile. “Why on earth should I believe you, Daniel?”

“You’re no better than the Quinns. Just another loyal hound at Eleanor’s feet.”

Daniel gently pinched her cheek, his tone unexpectedly soft. “I help her because she once saved my life.”

“And Hans Cooper is coming back.”

She scrubbed her lips over and over until finally, she felt a little better.

She’d made herself perfectly clear—surely Daniel would get the message and leave.

Yet when she woke up the next morning, he was there again.

He wore black casual clothes instead of his usual sharp suit, looking unexpectedly handsome and relaxed.

Grandma Grace waved him in, beaming. “Dan’s here! He brought your favorite.”

Aurora shot Daniel a glare.

Would he ever give up?

Grandma Grace pulled her aside, voice low. “You’ll have to go back to Fairvale eventually. If you offend him, how will you manage that?”

Aurora shook her head. “I’m staying right here with you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Grandma Grace smacked her lightly. “No ambition at all.”

Aurora ignored her. Right now, all she wanted was to stay by her grandmother’s side.

As for Fairvale, she’d figure that out later.