Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 89

Una had just finished up a client call and was taking a sip of water when she noticed Aurora standing by the door.

Aurora looked utterly lost, like the world had slipped out from under her.

“Aurora?” Una rushed over, opening the door wide. But as soon as she took in the bruises on Aurora’s face, she gasped. “What happened to you? Who did this?” Her voice tightened. “Did he really hit you?”

For a moment, Aurora’s blank, hollow eyes flickered with emotion. She looked at her friend, and tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Una.” Her voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “Can I stay here tonight? I just want to sleep.”

“Of course. Come on, let’s get you settled.” Una gently guided her inside and into the small guest room.

Aurora collapsed onto the bed, but sleep wouldn’t come. Every time she shut her eyes, memories of pain and betrayal crashed over her, each one squeezing the air from her lungs. After a while, even crying seemed too exhausting.

At some point, she drifted into a fitful, feverish half-sleep filled with strange, fragmented dreams. When she finally woke, it was nearly 7 p.m.

Her phone screen flashed with over a dozen missed calls—all from Daniel.

Aurora gripped the phone tightly, but had no intention of calling back. If it weren’t for the fact that they had to meet at court tomorrow for the divorce paperwork, she would have blocked his number for good.

Suddenly, angry voices drifted in from the living room.

“You have a lot of nerve showing your face here after what you did to her!” Una’s voice was sharp with fury.

Daniel’s reply was cold and flat. “Where is she?”

“You’re not seeing her. Not a chance.”

Daniel’s tone darkened. “Una, don’t push me.”

Aurora sat up in bed, heart pounding. She couldn’t let Una get dragged into this mess. Steeling herself, she opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

Daniel’s eyes lit up when he saw her, and he started toward her immediately.

“Look at me, Daniel. I have nothing left—my face is battered, my career is ruined. Isn’t that enough for you?”

“My grandfather’s already intervened. You know what happens to me if I don’t go through with this divorce.”

“Are you really going to let this destroy me completely? Is that what you want?”

Her last words were razor-sharp, thick with bitterness.

Daniel just stood there, motionless.

He saw the tears in her eyes, the bruises on her face, and for the first time realized the depth of the damage he’d done.

The words he wanted—needed—to say tangled in his throat, soft and useless.

Looking back, he realized that in three years of marriage, he’d never truly been good to her at all.