Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 196

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Chapter 161: Just In Case

(Aurora’s POV)

“You’re all working together. The police, her lawyers – she has people everywhere-”

“Tiffany.” I stopped her. “I’m not going to argue with you.”

I stood up.

“I came here to give you the truth,” I said. “You don’t want it. That’s your choice.” I picked up my bag. “But I

need you to hear this clearly: the next time you touch me, or put my name anywhere near your situation, you won’t be sitting across from me. You’ll be sitting across from my attorney.” I paused. “I hope you figure out who your husband actually called. I genuinely do.”

I signed the paperwork and walked out.

Back at the office, I changed into the spare shirt I kept in my desk drawer. I put the ruined jacket in a bag,

tied it off, and sat down.

I pulled up the recording on my phone, copied the file, and sent it to Gavin’s office with a single line

attached.

*Just in case.*

I set the phone face–down on the desk and stared at the ceiling for a moment.

The bad feeling hadn’t gone away.

(Author’s POV)

By mid–morning, the video was everywhere.

Someone in the lobby had gotten the whole thing – the coffee, Tiffany’s screaming, Aurora standing there soaked and expressionless while Tiffany grabbed her wrists and sobbed. It had made its way into the

company group chat within the hour, and from there it spread.

Sienna watched it on her phone, and the smile that crossed her face was slow and satisfied.

She called Tiffany.

“I saw the video,” she said, her voice soft. “Are you all right?”

Tiffany’s breathing was ragged on the other end. “She walked out of that police station like nothing happened. Like I was nothing.”

“That’s what she does.” Sienna kept her voice gentle. “She’s very good at it controlling the narrative, making herself look like the victim. She’s already got the police on her side. She’s got lawyers. You can’t fight her on her own ground.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

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“You already have the evidence.” Sienna glanced at the paused video on her screen. “You were there. You have the footage. The internet doesn’t care about police reports – it cares about what it sees. Let people watch it. Let them decide what kind of woman she is.”

Silence on the other end.

“Cover your face,” Sienna added. “You don’t need to be identified. Just let the video speak for itself.”

The post went up forty minutes later.

Tiffany had blurred her own face and written the caption in plain, devastated: *Wife on her knees, begging

the other woman to leave her family alone.*

The video hit a hundred thousand views in the first hour. By the third hour, it was trending on both i******** and X. The hashtags multiplied. The comments piled up. Millions of people watched Aurora standing in a building entrance, drenched in coffee, while a woman begged her and wept.

Sienna set her phone down and poured herself a glass of water.

The fire was lit.

Across town, Phineas was out of his office before Benny finished the sentence.

“She’s at the police station now,” Benny said. “Someone attacked her at the entrance. She’s not hurt, but-”

“Turn the car around,” Phineas told his driver. He didn’t wait for Benny to finish.

His car pulled up to the station just as Aurora walked out through the glass doors. Coffee stains had spread across the front of her shirt, wide and brown and dried at the edges. Her hair was still damp. She was walking steadily, bag over one shoulder, chin up.

He crossed the pavement in five strides.

He looked her over once, top to bottom. Then he said, “Who did it?”

His voice was level. His eyes were not.

Aurora frowned and waved a hand. “In the car. I’ll tell you in the car.”

She got in. He followed.

She caught her reflection in the window glass and tugged at the collar of her stained shirt.

“Good news,” she said. “Brown was always my color.”

She pulled out her phone. “I need to see how far this has spread. I need to know what I’m dealing with.”

Phineas told the driver to go straight home. Then he turned to look at her her hands, her face, the side of

her neck. No marks. No swelling. Just coffee.

He let out a breath.

Aurora was already staring at her screen. The hashtags were multiplying. i********, X, both trending. She

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watched the numbers climb, and then stopped.

The topic dropped. Visibly. Like someone had pressed a hand over it.

She narrowed her eyes. “That wasn’t you.”

Phineas looked at her. “What?”

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“The topic just got buried. You didn’t do it – you haven’t had time to call Benny.” She tilted her head. “So

who did?”

He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. But don’t worry about it. I’ll handle the rest.”

The topic stayed buried.

In a sitting room across the city, Joyce Langford set down her phone.

She had been scrolling through her feed when the video appeared – and she had recognized the face in the first second. That young woman. The one who had pulled her back from the curb when the car came through the intersection. The one who had sat across from her at dinner and told her, quietly and without

fanfare, that she had remarried.

Joyce watched the whole video without blinking.

Then she called her assistant and told her to have it taken down. Quietly. No fuss. Just money, applied in

the right places.

She sat back in her chair and looked out the window.

*That girl saved my life on a sidewalk. The least I can do is keep a pack of strangers from rewriting hers.*

She told Alice to find out more. Everything she could.

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