Chapter 58: You Killed Our Baby
(Aurora’s POV)
The sound was sharp and clean in the quiet room.
“Threatening a kid in a hospital bed,” I said. “That’s a new low. Even for you.”
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Jasper’s head had turned with the impact. He brought it back slowly, and the look on his face was something between shock and fury. “You-”
“The bone marrow was already part of the agreement. You remember that, right? After the recording. That was the settlement.” I kept my voice even. “You agreed to it. It’s documented. And now you’re sitting in a hospital room using it as leverage against a seventeen–year–old who can barely sit up.” I looked at him. “What exactly did you think was going to happen
when I found out?”
Jasper stood up. He had a few inches on me, and he used them, stepping forward so he was looking down. “You want to keep hitting me? Fine. But don’t think I don’t have a limit, Aurora.”
“Oh, I know you have a limit,” I said. “I’ve spent three years watching where it is.”
I hit him again.
The second one landed harder than the first, and this time I didn’t wait for his reaction. I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my phone, opened the photo album, and held the screen up so he could see it clearly.
The photos were all there. Jasper and Sienna. Timestamps, locations, the full collection.
“Keep pushing me,” I said, “and these go public tonight. Every single one.”
The color shifted in his face. Something tightened around his eyes.
I put the phone back in my pocket.
I looked at him for a moment, and I felt something rising in me that I had kept down for a very long time. Not rage, exactly. Something older and heavier than rage.
“You want to talk about the baby?” My voice came out quieter than I expected. “Fine. Let’s talk about the baby. Do you remember the week you took Sienna to Aspen?”
His expression flickered.
“I called you,” I said. “Do you remember that? I called you, and you didn’t pick up, and I called again, and the second time someone answered and I could hear her laughing in the
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background. I could hear both of you.” I stopped. “I was at the hospital. I’d been hit by a supply cart in the corridor – a full cart, moving fast, and I went down and I couldn’t get up and I was bleeding and I was alone, and I kept thinking, I just need to reach him, I just need to hear his voice, and all I got was the sound of you two having the time of your lives on a ski slope.”
Jasper’s jaw was tight. He didn’t say anything.
“I lost the baby that night.” The words came out flat and precise, because I had been holding them for so long that they had worn smooth. “Not because of the accident alone. Because I was alone. Because I was frightened and I couldn’t reach you and my body gave up on something it had been trying to hold onto.” I looked straight at him. “You killed our baby. Not with your hands. With your indifference. With every choice you made that put her first and left me last.”
The room was completely silent.
Jasper’s face had gone a strange color. His breathing was audible.
“You don’t get to use that child as a grievance now,” I said. “You don’t get to mourn something you never protected.”
I sat back down. I felt emptied out and, underneath that, something I hadn’t expected: relief. A clean, complete, unfamiliar relief, as if I had been carrying something in my chest for so long that I’d stopped noticing the weight, and now it was simply gone.
I looked at him.
“Fifty–fifty on the marital assets. Bone marrow paperwork starts tomorrow. Or I call Gavin right now and we do this the hard way – which, for the record, ends worse for you.”
Jasper didn’t move.
“You have options,” I said. “But they’re shrinking. Think carefully.”
I stood up, walked to the door, and pulled it open.
“You have until tomorrow morning,” I said. “Now get out.”
He stood there for another few seconds, the fury still working through him, and then he walked past me without a word. I heard his footsteps down the corridor, and then the elevator chime, and then nothing.
I let the door swing shut.
For a moment I just stood there with my hand still on the handle.
Chapter 58: You Killed Our Baby
Then Leo said, “Aurora.”
His voice broke on the second syllable.
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I turned around. His eyes were red, and he was pressing his lips together the way he always
did when he was trying not to cry and failing.
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