All Chapters of The Fragments Of Our Marriage : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Clara rushed through the spacious living room, her heart racing with excitement. She barely paused to acknowledge the plush furniture and the elegant decor; all she could think about was getting to the television. Her parents were sitting together on the couch, engaged in a low conversation when Clara burst in, practically bouncing on her toes. “Mom! Dad! You have to see this!” she exclaimed, her voice high with anticipation. “What is it, Clara?” her mother asked, glancing up from her knitting with a look of mild concern. “Is something wrong?” “No, it’s amazing!” Clara hurried over to the remote, her fingers flying over the buttons as she turned on the TV. The screen flickered to life, revealing a live broadcast. The title at the bottom read: **Dr. Sylvia Press Conference**. Her mother’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that…? No way. That’s Aurora!” Clara couldn’t contain her grin as she plopped down next to her mother. “Yes! Look! She’s talking about something relating to med

Zayn’s POVI lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, my mind too restless for sleep. The steady ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to echo loudly in the silence, mocking the fact that I hadn’t been able to shut off my thoughts since... well, since I saw the magazine. Aurora’s face on the cover had triggered something deep inside me, something I’d buried years ago. The memories I thought had faded were suddenly sharp again, too real to ignore.Next to me, my wife stirred. I could feel the tension in the room, thick like a fog neither of us could break through. She’d felt the shift in me as soon as I walked into the house. Hell, maybe she’d sensed it long before that.After a moment of silence, her voice cut through the air, low and tight. "You must have seen the magazine."I didn’t answer. What was there to say? I wasn’t going to lie, but admitting the truth wasn’t an option either. Not tonight. Not ever, if I could help it.She shifted again, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I

**Chapter Title: A Ghost from the Past**Zayn’s POV. I sat at the table, my fingers drumming absently against the polished wood, my mind racing far from the deal I was supposed to be focusing on. The email said I was meeting the boss of this project, but every thought I had kept circling back to Aurora. I couldn’t shake her from my head.Her face had been on the magazine Liam brought me. A doctor now, someone respected and known. It didn’t make sense. I hadn’t seen her in years, hadn’t even allowed myself to think too deeply about her. But seeing her on the cover of that magazine had sent me spiraling into memories I thought I’d buried. Even with my wife at home, I couldn’t sleep. And when she had asked, “You must have seen the magazines. I know you haven’t moved on from her,” I couldn’t even reply. I left. I went straight to the basement and stared at Aurora’s portrait, the one I couldn’t seem to throw away. It was as if a part of me had always known that our story wasn’t over.The

Elian and Aria were playing in their mother’s room, their laughter filling the air as they tumbled across the bed, pretending the pillows were mountains they had to climb. The room smelled faintly of lavender, with the soft light of the late afternoon sun streaming in through the windows. Aurora had stepped out to run errands, and the children had taken full advantage of her absence to explore the space they usually avoided.Aria was on the floor, playing with her dolls, while Elian moved around the room, letting his curiosity guide him. He had seen his mother standing in a particular spot earlier that day, looking at something. She had been quiet, almost lost in thought, as though whatever she had seen had taken her far away from them. Elian, always observant, had taken note of where her eyes had been.As he approached the dresser, he glanced at Aria, who was too absorbed in her dolls to notice what he was up to. Slowly, he bent down and opened the drawer. At first, there was nothing

As I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone resting on my lap, I couldn’t take my eyes off the television screen. Aurora’s face filled the room, her calm, confident voice carrying through the space as she spoke about her work, her achievements, and her plans for the future. I watched in awe, unable to believe how much she had grown, how far she had come. My friend—the same Aurora I once knew—was now a renowned doctor. She had built a life for herself, a life far away from the chaos and memories of the pack.I should have been happy. I *was* happy. But deep inside, a strange mix of emotions was brewing. Pride, yes. Relief, maybe. But also something heavier, something harder to pin down. Jealousy? No, that wasn’t quite it. Regret? Perhaps. Or maybe it was just the weight of everything we hadn’t spoken about, everything that had happened since the last time we were close.My eyes flicked to my phone, to the string of unread messages from Aurora that I had ignored over the months. Some were