All Chapters of Married To My Ex Husband Rival : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**Donald’s POV**The heavy click of the penthouse door shutting behind Aurora felt like a sudden slap to my face. Reality crashed back in, and the sheer audacity of what she had just done made the blood boil in my veins."Aurora! Come back here!" I roared, my voice echoing off the walls. "I am still talking to you! Come back here right now!"She didn't even pause. Her shadow vanished from the hallway."Damn it," I growled, my chest heaving with a violent surge of anger. I stood up quickly, wanting to go after her and drag her back by her arm. She didn't get to walk away from me. She didn't get to have the last word.Before I could take a step, Lily’s frantic voice cut through the air. She lunged forward from where she was resting on the couch, her fingers wrapping tightly around my wrist. Her grip was desperate."Don't go after her. Let her go," Lily pleaded, her eyes welling with fresh tears as she looked up at me. "The baby, I’m not feeling too well to fight. The baby is not feeling

Aurora PovThe red taillights of Lola’s taxi bled into the hazy, neon streaked midnight of the city, dissolving until she was entirely gone. With her departure, the fragile adrenaline that had kept me standing in the face of Donald’s rage evaporated.I was completely, utterly alone on the dark pavement.The weight of my suitcase pulled heavily against my arm, a physical anchor reminding me of how little I now owned. I walked aimlessly down two blocks, my heels clicking a hollow rhythm against the concrete, until I found a small, dimly lit park. I sank onto a rusted metal bench beneath the flickering yellow glow of a dying streetlamp.And there, in the quiet shadows where nobody could see me, the dam finally broke.A violent, gut wreaking sob tore from my chest, shaking me to my very bones. I pressed my face into my palms, trying to muffle the sound, but the tears poured out like an unstoppable flood. They burned my cheeks, hot and bitter, washing away the numb shock of the last few ho

### Aurora's POV ##The rhythmic thud of my sneakers hitting the pavement was the only sound I focused on. Ninety days. It had been exactly three months since Donald threw me out into the cold night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart.A lot had changed since then.Jasmine, my oldest friend, had been my absolute saving grace. When I showed up on her doorstep that night, she did not ask questions. She simply pulled me inside, locked the door, and let me fall apart. When I spent the first two weeks rotting in her spare bedroom, Jasmine refused to let me wallow. She threw out the junk food, put me on a strict diet, and forced me to wake up at six every morning to work out."Sweat out the pain, Aurora," she would tell me, pushing a bottle of water into my hands. "You are going to build a body and a mind so strong that those two snakes will not even recognize you."And it was working. My skin was glowing again, my body was toning up, and for the first time in years, I felt a spa

Aurora's PovThe hot water hitting my face felt like a cleansing ritual.Standing over the bathroom sink, I scrubbed at the tear stains and mascara smears until my cheeks burned red. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Jasmine was right. The woman looking back at me wasn't the weak, shattered ghost who had spent weeks staring at the bedroom ceiling after Donald threw me out into the street. The dark circles under my eyes were lighter. My jawline was firmer. The muscles in my legs, built from three grueling months of morning runs, were real.I wasn't damaged goods. I was surviving.I dried my face with a fresh towel, pulled my hair back into a tight, slick ponytail, and walked out into the kitchen.The aroma of fried plantains, spiced scrambled eggs, and fresh coffee filled the apartment. Jasmine was already at the small dining table, tapping rapidly on her laptop while chewing on a piece of toast. She didn't look up immediately, but the moment I pulled out a chair and sat down ac

DONALD’S POVThe drive to the High Court was a complete nightmare.Traffic was crawling, every red light felt like a personal insult, and Lily would not shut up. She was sitting in the passenger seat of my Mercedes, gripping her designer handbag like a lifeline, her phone glued to her ear as she tried and failed to reach her father’s legal team."Donald, do something!" she shrieked for the tenth time, slamming her phone down onto her lap. "If the bank freezes that account, what happens to the capital for our new estate project? What happens to the money for my morning clinics in London?!""I said keep quiet, Lily!" I barked, swerving the sedan past a sluggish delivery truck and slamming my palm against the steering wheel. "I’m driving! Ajayi is already at the courthouse filing an objection to the short notice. By the time we step into that room, this whole circus will be shut down.""It better be," she hissed, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and sheer panic. "Because if tha