Marry Ex's Billionaire Uncle After Divorce (Aurora and Jasper) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 39: A Gift from a Friend

(Aurora’s POV)

I opened the car door and paused, my gaze flickering between the empty back seat and the passenger side. In proper social circles, treating a man like Phineas Everett as a chauffeur by sitting in the back would be a grave insult. I pulled the passenger door open and slid inside.

After clicking my seatbelt into place, I offered a polite smile. “Mr. Everett, you can just drop me at the next subway station. I can call an Uber or take the train from there.”

Phineas kept one hand casually on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn’t even glance at me.

“I don’t know where the subway is,” he said, his voice cool and detached. “But I do know your address. Since Professor Walsh entrusted you to me, as a gentleman, I haven’t fallen so low as to dump a lady on the side of the road.”

I raised an eyebrow, refusing to be cowed by his imposing aura. Instead, I let out a light laugh.

“Fine. If you insist on playing chauffeur, Mr. Everett, who am I to stop you?”

The car glided smoothly onto the highway. The silence was comfortable until my phone buzzed. The screen flashed an unknown number. I swiped to answer, and immediately, Jasper’s voice filled my ear–cold, arrogant, and brooking no argument.

“Rosalind has been crying for you,” Jasper demanded without preamble. “And given your current condition–you still carry our child–I have a duty to ensure your safety. Come back immediately. We need to talk.”

My hand tightened around the phone until my knuckles turned white. He still thought he could command me? And bringing up the pregnancy he had ignored for so long? I bit my lip, suppressing the urge to scream. Perhaps it was better to go back and make things crystal

clear.

I took a deep breath and turned to the man beside me. “Please pull over. I need to go to… my

ex–husband’s house.”

At the words “ex–husband,” the sharp line of Phineas’s jaw seemed to soften imperceptibly. He didn’t speak, nor did he pull over to the curb as I asked. Instead, he spun the steering wheel, merging lanes aggressively. He drove straight toward the wealthy district where Jasper lived, stopping only when we reached the imposing iron gates of the Everett estate.

Chapter 39 A Gift from a friend

“Thank you,” I said quickly, unbuckling and stepping out into the night.

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Aurora walked into the mansion that had once felt like a prison. The living room was vast and empty of the man who had summoned her. Instead, Rosalind sat on the expensive Persian rug, surrounded by crayons.

Hearing footsteps, the little girl looked up. There was no joy in her eyes, only a practiced, bratty sneer.

“You finally came?” Rosalind huffed, crossing her small arms. “Unless you apologize right now and beg me to forgive you one hundred times, I am absolutely not talking to you!”

Aurora looked down at the spoiled child. The pain that used to tear at her heart was gone, replaced by a sense of absurdity.

“I am here to find your father,” Aurora said coldly. “I don’t have time to play your apology games.”

Rosalind blinked, stunned. Her mother had never spoken back to her before. Her face twisted in spite. She grabbed a piece of drawing paper and scrambled up, running toward the woman who had just entered the room.

“Mommy Sienna!” Rosalind squealed, her voice sickly sweet. “Look! This is my drawing of ‘Beautiful Mommy.‘ I’m giving it to you!”

The title ‘Mommy‘ echoed sharply in the high–ceilinged room. Sienna Rathbone scooped the child up, shooting a provocative, triumphant look at Aurora, waiting for the tears or the breakdown.

But Aurora’s expression remained flat. She didn’t have the energy to watch their performative mother–daughter act.

“Tell Jasper I came,” Aurora said to the hovering butler, her voice devoid of emotion. “He wasn’t here. I’m leaving.”

She turned on her heel and walked out the front door without looking back.

Rosalind hadn’t expected her to actually leave. Panic flared in her chest. She wiggled out of Sienna’s arms and ran to the doorway.

“Where are you going?” she screamed.

Aurora didn’t stop walking. Her voice drifted back on the night wind. “Go back to your Mommy Sienna.”

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Behind her, Rosalind burst into angry tears, demanding the butler use her smartwatch to call Jasper and tell on her mother.

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Aurora’s Uber had just vanished around the corner when Jasper’s sports car roared into the driveway. He stormed inside, expecting a submissive wife waiting for his instructions.

“She left?” Jasper repeated, his face darkening.

“She didn’t even stay five minutes, sir,” the butler stammered.

Fury, hot and unfamiliar, surged through Jasper. He snatched a glass of whiskey from the side table and hurled it against the wall. *Crash!* The sound of shattering crystal echoed like a gunshot.

Rosalind shrieked and ran to her room. Sienna stood frozen, watching Jasper’s heaving chest. A chill ran down her spine. She realized with sudden clarity that Aurora’s indifference wasn’t pushing Jasper away–it was igniting a twisted possessiveness in him. The doormat was gone, and her absence was driving him mad.

Meanwhile, in a sleek penthouse in the city center, Phineas Everett walked into his bedroom.

He unbuttoned his collar, the navy tie loose in his hand. He stood before the floor–to–ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Los Angeles skyline, holding the tie up.

He tried to take a photo. He frowned. Too impersonal.

He walked to the walk–in closet, checking the mirror. Still not right.

Finally, he tossed the tie onto his bed. The dark blue silk sprawled across the charcoal–grey sheets, looking intimate, messy, and suggestive.

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