All Chapters of The Fragments Of Our Marriage : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The words echoed in my ears, like a bomb detonating in my mind: "Your kids have been kidnapped."For a moment, the world around me dissolved into chaos. My heart stopped, then started pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. The phone slipped from my hand, clattering onto the floor as a scream tore from my throat. "My kids!" I shrieked, my legs giving way before I caught myself. The walls of my house blurred as tears clouded my vision. Zayn was suddenly at my side, his face etched with concern. “Aurora! What’s wrong? Talk to me!” “My kids,” I sobbed, staggering toward the door, my mind spinning. “They’ve been kidnapped!”“ Your kids ?” He looked at me shocked but that wasn’t even important for me . Zayn froze for a second, but then his hands gripped my shoulders firmly. “Aurora, stop. You can’t drive like this. Let me drive you.” I barely registered his words, but I didn’t fight him. My body felt like it was moving on autopilot as Zayn steered me toward h

Zayn sat in his study, the soft hum of the fireplace in the background doing little to soothe his restless mind. Across from him, his closest friend and confidant, Kael, lounged in one of the leather armchairs, sipping a glass of whiskey. Kael had always been the one Zayn could confide in, but tonight, the air between them was heavy with unspoken thoughts.Zayn leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped tightly. “I think Aurora has children,” he blurted out, breaking the silence.Kael raised an eyebrow, setting his glass down on the table. “Children? With Derek?”Zayn nodded, running a hand through his hair. “It seems like it. She didn’t explicitly say it, but there was something about the way she spoke. And Derek…he showed up. The way he acted around her—it’s obvious. They must have kids together.”Kael leaned back in his chair, studying Zayn carefully. “Did you see the kids? Or are you just assuming?”Zayn shook his head. “I didn’t see them. She didn’t let me int

Zayn was sitting in his room, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner. His thoughts were scattered, unable to focus on anything for long. His mind kept drifting back to Aurora—her face, her voice, the way she had looked so lost and heartbroken the last time he saw her. His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, frowning when he saw an unknown number. Normally, he wouldn’t bother answering, but something compelled him to pick up. “Hello?” he said, his voice gruff. “Boss,” a rough voice came through the line. It was a voice Zayn hadn’t heard in years, one of the thugs he used to work with during his wilder days when he played more dangerous games to prove his dominance in the pack. “What do you want?” Zayn asked, his tone sharp. He had cut ties with that life long ago, and he wasn’t in the mood for any surprises. “Someone tried to kidnap your

The ride back home felt surreal, like I was living in a dream I didn’t know I wanted. The kids were absolutely bouncing off the walls with excitement, their voices filling the car with endless questions for Zayn. I sat quietly in the passenger seat, my heart doing strange flips as I watched Zayn and the twins interact. There was something about seeing him with them, about hearing him answer their questions, that made everything feel... right. But also, a little overwhelming.Elian was the first to ask, his little face serious as he leaned forward in his seat. “Why didn’t you come for us all this time, Daddy?”My heart twisted at the question, and I turned to glance at Zayn, hoping he would answer in a way that wouldn’t hurt the kids. I was nervous, honestly. I didn’t know what he would say, and I certainly didn’t know if I was ready to hear it. Zayn caught my gaze for a second before looking at Elian through the rearview mirror. His voice was soft but firm. “I didn’t know about you t

The sun was barely up when I stretched awake, the soft hum of voices pulling me from the haze of sleep. For a moment, I forgot where I was, but then last night came rushing back in vivid detail. Heat rose to my cheeks at the memory of Zayn’s hands on me, his lips, the way he had made me feel like the center of his universe. But the voices outside brought me back to the present. I reached for my robe and padded to the window, peeking out to see Zayn sitting in the garden with Elian and Aria. He was smiling, his face lit up in a way I hadn’t seen in years. The kids were talking animatedly, their hands gesturing wildly as they told him some story. Zayn listened intently, nodding and occasionally laughing in that deep, rich way of his. A pang hit my chest. If only we had picked up the fragments of our marriage earlier, maybe mornings like this would have been normal. Maybe our family would have stayed whole from the start. I stepped outside, the cool morning air brushing against my ski