Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 262

Chapter 227: The Interrogation

(Aurora’s POV)

“I’m fine.” A pause. “Aurora.” Another pause, longer. “I want her to go to prison.”

I didn’t say anything.

“I know she’s my mother.” His voice cracked on the word. “I know that. But I can’t – I can’t forgive this. I’m not going to pretend I can.”

“You don’t have to,” I said.

“You’re not going to try to talk me out of it?”

“No.”

He went quiet for a moment. Then: “Okay.” Just that. “Okay.”

I hung up and stood there, not quite present, not quite anywhere.

“Aurora.”

Phineas’s voice pulled me back. I looked up.

He was standing near the warehouse door, and behind him, through the gap, I could see a patch of

pale morning sky. Something else, too – rotors, slowing to a stop. A helicopter, sitting on the flat ground outside.

He tilted his head toward it. The corner of his mouth moved.

“It’s not even seven o’clock,” he said. “We have time.”

I looked at the helicopter. I looked at him.

“You planned for this,” I said.

“I planned for several things.” He held out his hand. “Come on. We’re getting married today.”

(Author’s POV)

Sienna had been watching her phone since four in the morning.

She hadn’t expected Martha to actually succeed. Martha was impulsive and greedy and not particularly intelligent – she’d known that going in. But disruption had been enough. Chaos had

been enough. All she’d needed was for the wedding to fall apart at the edges, for Aurora to be too

shaken or too exhausted or too consumed by her brother’s situation to show up.

Jasper walked into the bedroom at six-thirty.

“The wedding is still on,” he said, straightening his tie in the mirror. His voice was completely flat.

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• Chapter 227 The interogatiork

“You should get ready.”

Sienna stared at the back of his head.

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She felt something cold move through her – not quite fear, not quite anger. Something that didn’t

have a clean name.

She turned toward the bathroom. She kept her face still. She closed the door behind her and

picked up her phone from the vanity.

The screen lit up with a new message.

**[Failed. Remember what you promised me.]**

(Author’s POV)

Olivia had been standing at the entrance lawn for twenty minutes, and her heels were sinking into

the grass.

“They’re not here,” she said, craning her neck toward the empty driveway. “Gavin, they’re not here.

Guests start arriving at ten. It’s nine forty-two.”

“Relax.” Gavin stood beside her, hands in his pockets. “Phineas texted. He said he’d be on time.”

“He texted you? When?”

“Twenty minutes ago.”

“That was twenty minutes ago! A lot can happen in-”

The sound hit them before anything else. A low, rhythmic thudding that built quickly into a full roar,

and then a helicopter came over the tree line and descended smoothly onto the rear lawn, rotors

kicking up a clean arc of wind across the grass.

The door opened. Phineas stepped out first, dropped to the ground in one easy motion, then

turned and extended his hand. Aurora took it and stepped down beside him.

Phineas glanced at his watch.

“Right on schedule,” he said.

Then he leaned down and murmured something close to Aurora’s ear. She looked up at him. He said it again, quieter, and she shook her head with something that wasn’t quite a smile. He said: *Time to get your makeup done. My bride.*

Olivia was already running across the lawn, one hand gathering her bridesmaid dress off the

ground.

“Are you both okay?” She stopped in front of them, looking Aurora over from head to foot. “What happened? Why were you – is everything alright?”

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Aurora spread her arms and turned a slow circle. “Completely intact. See for yourself.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting right now.”

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Gavin walked up to Phineas and stood beside him, watching the helicopter’s rotors slow to a stop.

“I have to say,” Gavin said, “that is an entrance.”

Phineas gave a short, dismissive sound.

“When you got married,” Phineas said, “did you want the same arrangement? I can make a call.”

Gavin took a step back. “My cardiologist would never forgive me. Better to keep the heart rate

manageable when I’m saying ‘I do.””

(Aurora’s POV)

The backstage prep area smelled like hairspray and fresh flowers. Two people worked on me

simultaneously – the stylist pinning sections of my hair with practiced efficiency while the makeup

artist moved a brush along my cheekbone and made a soft, satisfied sound.

“You have extraordinary skin,” she said, tilting my chin up slightly. “Honestly, I barely need to do

anything. The foundation is just a formality at this point.”

“That’s generous of you.”

“It’s accurate.” She stepped back and assessed. “The dress is going to do most of the work

anyway.”

The gown was ivory satin, cut close through the bodice and waist, with a skirt that moved when I

walked. Small diamonds were scattered across the hem – not clustered, just scattered, like

something dropped and left where it fell. When the light caught them, they shifted.

I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment.

Then I walked out.

Phineas was standing just outside the door, head bent over his phone, his thumb moving across

the screen. He didn’t hear me at first. I watched him for a second – the set of his shoulders, the

slight furrow between his brows as he read something.

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