Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 133: Thirty Seconds

(Aurora’s POV)

“Option two: In the next thirty minutes, you write a full statement. Everything that happened, in your own words, with your signature at the bottom. Benny will be in the room as a witness. You’ll also read it on camera.” I paused. “I keep the statement and the recording. As long as you stay out of my life and don’t pull anything like this again, they stay buried. But the moment you cross a line – any line – I hand them to the police without a second thought.”

Martha’s face had gone through several shades of pale.

“I’m not doing this because I care about you,” I said. “I’m doing it because Leo is just getting started, and I won’t let your choices be the thing that holds him back. When he’s grown and can make his own decisions, I won’t be covering for you anymore.”

For a moment, she just stared at me.

Then she started crying in earnest – not the desperate, pleading kind from before, but something rawer and uglier. “You have no heart,” she choked out. “I can’t believe you’d do this to your own mother.”

I didn’t argue with her. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and dialed 911.

The line connected. I let the operator’s voice come through, then looked at Martha.

“Thirty seconds,” I said.

She screamed. I started counting.

Twenty–five. Twenty. Fifteen.

Her sobs got louder, more fractured. She was shaking her head back and forth, repeating herself, saying things that didn’t quite form sentences.

Ten.

“Fine!” The word tore out of her. “Fine – I’ll write it, I’ll write it, just stop-”

I ended the call. I walked to the door and opened it.

“Benny,” I said. “Come in.”

He entered with a notepad and a pen. I turned back to Martha and looked at her steadily.

“Don’t leave out any details. Don’t try to soften anything. I’ll read every word, and if I find a single discrepancy, the agreement is void and I call the police directly.” I set the pen down in front of her. “Start.”

Her hands shook as she reached for it. She was still crying – a thin, exhausted sound now, all the volume wrung out of it.

“You found yourself a powerful man and now you think you can do whatever you want,” she said, her voice

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cracking. “How can you be so cruel?”

I didn’t answer her.

I walked out of the suite and closed the door behind me.

The hallway was quiet. I found a sofa near the window and sat down. The adrenaline was finally wearing off, and I felt it leave a slow, draining sensation that settled somewhere behind my eyes.

I heard footsteps and looked up. Phineas was coming back down the corridor. As he got closer, I caught the faint, familiar trace of tobacco on his jacket.

I didn’t mean to react. But apparently my face did something, because he noticed immediately.

“You don’t like the smell,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

I pressed my lips together. He was right, but I was also aware that I had no real standing to make demands about his personal habits. We’d agreed to fidelity. We hadn’t negotiated lifestyle choices.

“It’s fine,” I said.

“It’s not.” He sat down across from me, his voice unhurried. “I’ll quit. Starting tomorrow.”

I blinked. “You don’t have to-”

“Your expression was pretty clear.”

I looked at him. He wasn’t making a production of it – no grand gesture, no expectation of gratitude. He’d said it the way he said most things, like it was simply a decision he’d already made.

I thought about it for a moment. Quitting would be better for him regardless. That was just medical fact.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

He gave a short nod and said nothing else.

Thirty minutes later, the door to the suite opened and Benny stepped out. He handed me the handwritten

statement and his phone, which held the recording. I went through both carefully – her handwriting was

shaky but legible, and she hadn’t left anything out. I watched the video once, confirmed it matched, and

tucked everything into my bag.

I looked at Phineas. “Let her go. With these, she won’t try anything.”

“Alright.” He said it without hesitation, without asking me to reconsider or explain myself further. He’d told

me it was my decision. He’d meant it.

He was quiet for a beat. Then the corner of his mouth shifted, just slightly.

“I got in touch with your attending physician while you were in there,” he said. “He says you can be discharged tomorrow.”

“That’s good.”

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He looked at me, and there was something in his expression that was almost not quite a smile.

“So,” he said. “Mrs. Everett. Are you free tomorrow to come with me to City Hall?”

Beside him, Benny’s head snapped up. He looked between the two of us with an expression of pure, undisguised disbelief.

I felt something loosen in my chest. Not much. Just enough.

“Yes,” I said. “I’m free.”

(Author’s POV)

Martha’s footsteps were unsteady as she left the room. The moment she crossed the threshold, she looked years older than when she’d walked in. Aurora didn’t watch her go.

From this point forward, she wouldn’t reach out to Martha. Not once. As for Leo – phone calls only. Text messages were too easy to screenshot, too easy to strip of context and hand to someone else as a

weapon.

Leo had borrowed a classmate’s spare phone and swapped in a new SIM card. His own phone was returned to him after school. He unlocked the screen and found Aurora’s message already waiting.

He read it word by word.

She wasn’t pressing charges against Martha – not now, and maybe not ever. She told him to focus on

school, not to carry weight that wasn’t his to carry. She promised to see him through university. But one

thing she made clear: she wouldn’t be seeing Martha again, and she didn’t want the name brought up.

If he needed her, he could call.

Leo set the phone down and pressed his forehead against his desk. His shoulders trembled, just slightly.

His classmate noticed and came over, asking quietly if he was okay.

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