Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 87

Mrs. Chambers already had a plan. Daniel only knew Aurora wasn’t pregnant—he had no idea she could never have children.

Suppressing her delight, Mrs. Chambers put on a mask of worry.

“I only just found out myself,” she said, her tone heavy with concern. “After Aurora’s miscarriage, her health suffered. She’ll never be able to have children again.”

She laid a gentle, maternal hand on Daniel’s arm, pretending to comfort him. “I know you care about her, but she can’t give the Chambers family an heir.”

“You should divorce her and find a suitable wife from our circles. If you really can’t let Aurora go, you could always… keep her as a companion outside the marriage.”

“Enough.” Daniel’s jaw clenched, veins standing out on his forehead. His eyes flashed cold as ice. “Aurora is my wife. She’s not some woman I can just cast aside.”

For a moment, Mrs. Chambers was speechless. This wasn’t the reaction she’d expected.

Without another word, Daniel strode out of the room. He needed to see Aurora—needed to hold her, and apologize for being such a fool.

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Ms. Temple’s Office

Aurora underwent another round of tests, but the result was the same.

She would never have children.

Ms. Temple looked at the bruises and cuts on Aurora’s face, guilt weighing heavy in her gaze. She apologized quietly, “I thought you already knew.”

Aurora shook her head, voice calm. “It’s all right.”

It was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

In fact, she’d been planning to show the diagnosis to Daniel that evening.

Ms. Temple wanted to comfort her, but just then, she saw Daniel at the door and called, “Mr. Chambers.”

Aurora didn’t turn. She simply folded the diagnosis note in her hands.

Tears welled in her eyes. That thin slip of paper had just rewritten the rest of her life.

Before she could tuck it away, Daniel reached out and took it from her.

He read it carefully, then folded it and slipped it into his own pocket.

Without a word, Aurora walked out, her face expressionless.

“Was it because of that night in the storm?” Daniel asked quietly.

Ms. Temple glanced at Aurora’s retreating figure, then explained the situation to him.

She finished gently, “If she takes care of herself, there’s still a chance. She wasn’t born infertile.”

“Every time I see you, I remember that child. I remember how coldly you hung up on me. I remember fighting for my life in that storm.”

“Daniel, you’re not fit to be a husband. You’re even less fit to be a father.”

Daniel’s eyes burned red. He could hear the hatred in her voice—hatred for his callousness, his neglect.

He thought back to the times he’d held her, whispering about the children he wanted, never realizing every word was a knife in her heart.

He wanted to slap himself.

What he thought were words of love had only wounded her further.

He didn’t dare reach for her again.

He didn’t deserve to.

Brokenly, he choked out, “Aurora, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Aurora lifted her scarred face, her voice calm and even. “It’s not that you didn’t know. You just never cared.”

After all, Daniel always knew everything about Eleanor—every detail, every need.

That’s what love looks like.