All Chapters of The Fragments Of Our Marriage : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aurora’s Pov The moment I got home, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I told my mom and Clara everything—about Zayn, Mina, and how Derek and Zayn nearly came to blows over me. I expected shock, maybe anger on my behalf. Instead, the looks on their faces were enough to make my stomach drop. “You knew, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice shaking. My gaze darted between them, desperately searching for denial. “You knew about Mina and Zayn?” They didn’t say a word, just exchanged a guilty glance before nodding. The betrayal hit me like a physical blow. My chest tightened, and my breathing grew shallow. “How could you?” I whispered. “How could you keep something like this from me?” “Aurora, we didn’t want to hurt you,” Mom said softly, stepping closer. “Hurt me?” I snapped, stepping back. “Do you know how much worse it is to find out this way? From them? How could you think lying to me was better?” Clara tried to reach for me. “Rory, wait—” “No.” I shook my head, grabbing my bag

The call from the engineer had left me both excited and anxious. Finally, the construction of the hospital was moving forward. It was a project I had poured my heart into—a beacon of hope for the pack and a symbol of the life I was trying to rebuild. But it also meant that the decision I had been wrestling with was no longer something I could push aside. “ Your project is about to kick off,You did say you are moving in when the project starts to monitor the progress? When should we expect you?” “ I will let you know “ I hung up the phone and sat quietly for a moment, letting the reality settle over me. I would have to go back to the pack, and this time, I wouldn’t be returning alone. Upstairs, the sound of giggles echoed down the hallway. I made my way to the kids' room and stood by the door, watching Aria and Elian through the small crack. They were playing with a couple of neighborhood kids, but it was clear that my children struggled to connect. Elian, always energetic, see

I was buried in my work when the door to my office flew open with a loud bang. Startled, I looked up, only to see Derek standing there, his face red with anger. My pen slipped from my hand, and my heart sank. I hadn’t seen him since the fiasco at the hospital with Zayn, and I had hoped to keep it that way. “Derek,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “What are you doing here?” He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he slammed the door shut behind him, his chest heaving as he marched toward me. The tension in the room was suffocating. “I’m here to talk,” he said, his voice loud and sharp. I gestured to the chair in front of my desk, trying to keep the situation calm. “Have a seat, then. Let’s talk.” But he didn’t sit. Instead, he leaned over my desk, his eyes burning with rage. “Why, Aurora? Why did you even bring the cure in the first place? Why did you go back to the palace?” I blinked, taken aback by his sudden aggression. “What are you talking about?” “You know ex

The tension in the palace was suffocating. For days now, the search for Mina had consumed everyone’s energy. Guards combed every inch of the surrounding lands, messages were sent to neighboring towns, and every lead turned up nothing. Mina was gone—vanished into thin air. Many were starting to whisper that she might be dead. Zayn sat in his chambers, a glass of untouched wine on the table in front of him. The weight of everything bore down on him—the accusations, the marriage forced upon him, and the years of carrying a burden that was never his to bear. Now Mina’s absence felt both like a relief and a lingering shadow. A sudden commotion outside his door pulled him from his thoughts. Moments later, the door swung open, and one of the royal guards stepped inside. “Your Highness,” the guard said, bowing deeply. “One of the maids has come forward with a confession. She claims it concerns Mina... and you.” Zayn frowned, rising to his feet. “Bring her to the council chamber. Gathe

Zayn paced the length of his bedroom, his thoughts restless and heavy. His heart ached as he replayed the memories of Aurora—the woman he had wronged, the woman who had unknowingly stolen his heart years ago. Each step he took brought him closer to a painful truth: he had been cruel to her, and she had never deserved it.He paused, staring at the entrance to his basement. His feet moved on their own, carrying him down the narrow staircase to a forgotten corner of the palace. There, leaning against the wall, was a frame. It was Aurora’s—a portrait he had commissioned during their brief time together. He had never given it to her. The frame was dusty, but her image shone through. Her soft smile and the light in her eyes seemed to mock him now. Zayn sank to his knees before the frame, running a hand over its edges. “I was so blind,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “You didn’t deserve any of it. The way I treated you… the words I said… I pushed you away when all you did was try to b