CHAPTER TWO

Aurora's POV

I didn't see Zayn again until it was time to sign the divorce papers, my lawyer handled all the proceedings up to that point.

That morning I manipulated my hair into a messy bun, lazy bun then donned the first thing I picked out with my wardrobe.

To hide my dark circles and paleness, I dabbed a thick layer of foundation over my face.

Stepping in front of the mirror I realized that the horrible mess in front of me was the best I had looked in months, and I wasn't about to get greedy.

I drove my old sedan to a law firm, it coughed all the way there.

“You finally made it,” Zayne sneered at me sarcastically, we hadn't seen each other in months and the first thing he did was throw a nasty remark.

“There was traffic,” I lied, trying to avoid a fight.

I'd fought for our relationship for years, and where did that ever get me? Now I had lost him to my sister.

I sat down next to my lawyer, she handed me my own copy of the divorce paper and asked me to go through it.

“No need,” I said. I'd already told Zayne's lawyer that I wanted all of our assets to be split down the middle, with no alimony and of course since we had no children and no child support as well.

It was a good deal—far more than he deserved. He had immediately pounced on it like a hungry dog gnawing on a piece of bone.

I took a pen out of my purse and signed it, finally ending our marriage.

Zayne's lawyer took it from under my nose, inspecting it with a scrutinizing gaze, before handing it back to me.

“Have a good day, Miss Light.”

He really had to fling it in my face like that.

Zayne didn't even bother to greet me, he left the meeting room giving me as much attention as one would grant a piece of furniture basically occupying space.

“You could have left him penniless, with evidence of his cheating the judge would have ruled in your favor,” my lawyer said to me disappointingly.

She left me to gather myself alone in the meeting room before I stepped out. When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see.

I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me.

“Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board.

“You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back.

“Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?”

She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband.

“You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

The hospital.

Grandmother's condition had worsened so badly, the bills were piling up and my part time jobs were no longer cutting it anymore.

“If you can't pay your grandmother's hospital bills then we have no other choice but to discharge her,” the lanky doctor in charge of my grandmother's treatment told me bluntly.

A clasp my palms together.

“Doc, I'm doing my best but–”

“This hospital isn't to run on sob stories, M’am. If you couldn't afford it then you shouldn't have bothered bringing her here,”

I wanted to cry, but I held myself back and forced a smile on my face to greet grandmother.

“Oh my! Aurora, you didn't have to come visit today,” she said apologetically.

I squeezed her thin fingers tenderly.

“I don't mind, and I only have to show up for my part-time job in…” I consulted my watch quickly, “... about half an hour, so I thought we could catch up,”

She smiled, gently lifting the wrinkles on her face.

“Thank you, dear. If it wasn't for you I would have died of boredom here before my sickness could even take me,” she admitted.

“Doesn't Father come to see you?” Her eyelids fell heavily.

“Sorry, I was blabbering out of excitement–”

“I can't believe it!” I said standing up to my feet, “He knows how badly you want to see him and yet he doesn't care!”

She reached out for my hand and pulled me down to sit again.

“My dear, it's all fine. I'm sure he has more important things to do than visiting an old kruger like myself,”

“Grandma, don't say that,” I said as my voice hurt. There was an uncomfortable silence between us until I spoke again.

“I signed the papers today, Zayne and I are officially divorced,”

Grandmother encouraged me, “Well good riddance, you deserve how much more than him, my dear.” I laughed, not believing her.

“Come on, Grandma, I'm not that delusional, I know I probably used up all the luck in my lifetime to marry someone like Zayne,”

“Not this nonsense again,” she said, suddenly having the energy to sit up straight.

“It's just like when you were in college, I told you that boy never deserved you not then and definitely not now,”

She kept advising me, but I knew that she was only trying to soothe my bruised ego.

I went to my part-time job as a bar staff after visiting grandmother, closing early because I was drained and desperately in need of some rest.

There was no way I could have predicted what was waiting for me when I got back home.

All of my belongings–as few as they were–had been thrown messily out of the house onto the front yard.

I stomped over to the door, pounding on it and it was Amy that came to answer.

“You finally came back, please take your trash away it's making our front yard look ugly,”

I kept a tight rein on my anger as I addressed her.

“So you're not even going to deny it? Why would you throw my things out like this?!”

“Zayne doesn't want you to live here anymore,” she said casually as she inspected her manicured nails.

“What?!” I blurted out, my words escaping with heated rage.

“He has no right to–”

“Actually I do,” He said, stepping outside with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“You should have read the divorce agreement,”