Chapter 2
When Aurora woke, she was in a hospital room.]
young assistant lawyer stood beside her bed with a resigned expression. “Mrs. Hart, the case has been decided. You need to accept it and focus on your health
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Aurora snapped back to reality through the lingering pain in her heart, ignoring the IV in her arm as she abruptly sat up and frantically searched through her purse
“Could
you please look at this and tell me if it’s valid?” Her voice shook as she handed over the document she’d found.||
The lawyer quickly confirmed: “Mrs. Hart, this divorce agreement already has your husband’s signature. You only need to sign and submit it, and you’ll receive your divorce certificate in a month.“[]
This morning, she had knelt before Grayson with this document in hand.
Perhaps he was in too much of a rush to leave, or he simply didn’t believe she would actually divorce him
He had assumed the agreement was fake and signed without even looking at it.]]
But he would never have guessed that everything she said was real
Aurora couldn’t wait another second–she ripped out the TV and rushed to the County Clerk’s Office to file the divorce papers.]
After completing the paperwork, she made une last visit to the seaside. In the light drizzle, she knelt down. “Mom, from now on, I’ll go wherever there’s an ocean to keep you company.”
But only the cold sea breeze answered her.
After kneeling
there for who knows how long, she wiped away her tears and dialed a number: “Hello, I need to… book a fake death rescue.”
Her broken voice was filled with determination. “One month from now. The method should appear as ‘homicide. I’ll arrange the location. You only need to prepare a new identity for me, rescue me, and get me out of the country.”
Yes, she wanted more than just a divorce.]
One month later, she would also take back her justice, leaving Grayson with an unforgettable surprise.]
When Aurora returned to the mansion after malang all these arrangements, night had fallen]
The living room lights were on, and Grayson was spoon–feeding chicken soup to Evelyn
“Grayson, I posted that apology letter online,” Evelyn said, resting her head on his shoulder. “Rory has been slandering me for too long. The online backlash will teach her a lesson. Don’t interfere.”
Grayson’s Adam’s apple bobbied, but he still agreed. “Fiae. She made a mistake and deserves consequences.”
Aurora suddenly remembered the online abuse–how they said her mother deserved to die, how they called her a worthless caretaker not Gt to kiss a socialite’s feet
Her heart ached as she entered the living room, expressionless.
“Where have you been?” Seeing her pale face, Grayson’s tone unexpectedly softened. “Your forehead… what happened?”
Aurora ignored him.
Evelyn quickly changed the subject in a c
cutesy voice: “Oh, you’re back, Kory! Perfect timing–I brought some gifts for you. Come see.”
Grayson cleared his throat, looking somewhat hesitant. “Rory. Evelyn’s been in a coma for too long and hasn’t fully recovered. She’ll be staying here for a while. You need to take good care of her–she’s lactose intolerant, can’t eat cold food, needs her beauty sleep until 10 AM, and her fruit must be
Juiced…
Each word felt like a knife stabbing Aurora’s heart.]
She stared at him in disbelief before breaking into a cold laugh. “What? You want me to be her caretaker?”
“Be good, Bory. What happened is in the past–let’s not dwell on it. You were a caretaker at the Hart estate, so I trust you with this”
He caught himself and stopped mid sentence.]
On the dining table lay a list of 267 instructions for caring for the young
heiress.
On the floor were carelessly discarded luxury shopping bags–a scuffed Chanel purse, a complimentary Hermes keychain, worn Dior heels…]
So these “gifts” were nothing but her castoffs
Aurora suddenly remembered years ago, when Grayson’s friend had called her a “little servant girl,” and he had exploded in rage, sabotaging the man’s multi–million–dollar project that very night
“Aurora is my WIFE. Anyone who demeans or hurts her is slapping ME in the face“]]
Yet now, he was slapping himself in the face by making her serve her enemy as a personal maid
All his love and vows had proven so fragile.
She would never trust them again
Aurora forced back her tears. For the final thirty days, she would endure everything..
But that very first night, Evelyn threw a tantrum about nightmares.
She burst into the master bedroom just as Grayson was getting out of the shower.
“Grayson, I can’t sleep alone.” She was vulnerable and needy, climbing directly into bed and burrowing into his hare–chested embrace. “That guest room mattress is too hard. I’m scared. I want you to sleep with me.“]
Hearing this, Grayson’s handsome brow furrowed slightly
Aurora knew he felt sorry for her…
So sorry that, ignoring Aurora’s presence, he pulled Evelyn onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her protectively.
His gaze shifted to the left side of the bed. “Rory, Evelyn’s never known hardship. Could you… stay in another room for now?”
In that moment, Aurora caught the flash of triumph on Evelyn’s face.
She smirked sarcastically and grabbed her pillow.
“If Miss Reed prefers it, she can have this bed.”
Yes, not just the m
master bedroom or this bed, but the man as well–she wanted none of it anymore
