All Chapters of The Fragments Of Our Marriage : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

**Aurora's POV**The office buzzed with quiet anticipation as I glanced at the proposal my team had finalized. I could feel the weight of every decision I made now, especially with the new challenges in establishing the hospital. The center for wolves, a vision I held close, was one step closer to reality, but there was still the matter of getting Zayn’s family to approve the land.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the blueprint one more time. It was flawless—the design, the location, everything. The pack territory wasn’t seen as any different by humans; it was just another community in the outskirts of the city. They wouldn’t realize what was really happening there. But the werewolves, my people, they would know. And they needed it, desperately.Sighing, I called my team together. My engineers, lawyers, and project managers gathered around the long oak table.“This time,” I began, trying to push away the growing anxiety in my chest, “you need to go back to Zayn’s family. But don’

Aurora’s pov. With the news of the disease fast spreading and the need of a research lab, I’ve decided I wasn’t going to be sending just anyone to Zayn , I would be sending wolves! His very own kind , it was obvious that Zayn didn’t want to have anything to do with humans . So I beckoned on three werewolves that work under Derek , Maybe this time I would trust them . *******The sun had barely risen over the vast expanse of the forest when Zayn sat in his office, tension written across his sharp features. His territory was quiet for now, but the restlessness in the surrounding packs was becoming harder to ignore. The disease continued to spread, and as far as the others were concerned, the fact that Zayn’s pack remained unaffected was suspicious. The distrust of the other alphas was growing, and he could feel it creeping closer.Zayn stared at the paperwork on his desk, his mind racing with the events of the past few days. He had no doubt that this illness was the work of something

I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind still replaying the argument with Derek from the night before. The sting of my words echoed in my head, and the guilt settled in my chest like a stone. I shouldn’t have lashed out at him like that. He didn’t deserve it. He’d been nothing but supportive and kind to me and the kids, and yet, I had used his care for them as a weapon in my anger. I rubbed my temples, trying to make the throbbing headache that had settled in go away, but it wouldn’t. The house was quiet, the soft hum of the heater being the only sound breaking the silence. I had closed my laptop and set aside all the research on the disease for the night. It was too much, and I couldn’t focus with the weight of everything else sitting on my shoulders. A soft knock on my door startled me, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up to see Elara and Elian standing at the doorway, their faces somber. I straightened, putting on a small smile for them, even though my heart still felt heavy.“

Zayn paced across his office, his expression a mask of frustration. The weight of the recent outbreak, the pressure from the other Alphas, and the chaos spreading through the packs was suffocating him. He had spent the better part of the morning fielding accusations, managing the growing panic, and trying to find solutions that simply didn’t exist. He had no time for personal matters—especially ones related to his wife, who was now more of a shadow in his life than a partner.His mother’s voice cut through his thoughts as she entered the room. “Zayn, we need to talk.”He didn’t stop pacing. “If it’s about the packs again, I’ve told you, Mother, I’m dealing with it.”“It’s not about the packs,” she replied sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “It’s about your wife.”Zayn stopped, his eyes narrowing. He sighed, rubbing his temples before turning to face her. “I don’t have time for this.”“You never have time for this,” his mother countered, her voice stern but filled with con

The bright lights from the camera crews were blinding, almost as if they were meant to burn away any hesitation I might have had about this moment. The podium in front of me felt miles away as I took my first step towards it. A crowd of reporters from all over the city had gathered here, their murmurs growing quiet the second I approached. I could feel my pulse quicken as I adjusted the lapel on my white coat, a subconscious attempt to settle my nerves.This wasn’t just any press conference; this was the biggest one I had ever done, and the stakes were high. The senator I had treated was an important figure—one whose life I had saved, and now, the media wanted every detail. My work had always been about healing, about doing something bigger than myself. But I never imagined it would bring this kind of attention.I cleared my throat and glanced down at my notes. My hands were steady, despite the growing noise in my head. It wasn’t the first time I had spoken to a crowd, but the flashin