Chapter Five.

Aurora got home and changed into a pair of pajamas. She felt sad. She sat in her room from the afternoon until the evening hours. Thinking. 

She needed to stay in this marriage for herself, her loved ones, and her heart. But why was Damian distant? Why was he avoiding her? She wondered if he wanted to Divorce her. 

A part of her doubted that notion, he would have said it. But what was the problem? 

Her mind randomly flashed back to what her brother-in-law told her in the car and she started to wonder if Damian and Juliet were having an affair. She started to wonder if Damian would cheat on her, thinking about it made her heart race and she feared it may be true. 

Aurora clutched her chest and squeezed the fabric that met her hand, she was still madly in love with Damian, separating from would break her so much she may not be able to fix herself a decade later.

Damian was more than a husband to her, she brought her out of a lowly life. Introduced her to his world, stood by her, taught her, fed her, and invested in her. Aside from her mother, he was the only person who cared for her without expecting something in return—not just that he was the first person to tell her 'I love you' and since then, no one had. Aurora knew she had to get the husband she once knew back but she needed strategy and ideas. Before then, she was going to tell him she was pregnant.

Tucked in her side of the bed, staring at her phone with a bored face, the time was nine pm and Damian wasn't back. She knew where he would be. It pinched her heart that someone else was getting such attention from her husband and she didn't even get the scraps.

The door creaked open in her agonizing moment. Her husband walked in, her eyes dilated in shock, she was able to pull fast out of it and toss the sheets away from her body. Her bare feet touched the ground as she walked up to her Husband that just entered the room.

His eyes were red, his hair disheveled. His tie was loose and the top buttons of his shirt were undone.

"Damian…" Aurora whispered to herself and went to hug him. But her husband didn't reciprocate the hug, he shoved her a little after she pulled away and she stepped aside. 

Damian went further into the room, tugging his tie. 

Aurora was touched by his behavior, she just stared at his masculine form from behind. 

"Damian, why are you….?" As Aurora was speaking, something pushed her, and she saw Juliet walk past her with a maid, holding a suitcase. The maid dropped the suitcase and went out of the room.

Aurora was torn between asking the lady how she was doing medically and asking her what she was doing in her room. 

Juliet sat on the bed and started taking off her shoes. 

Aurora turned to Damian who turned blind eyes to what just happened—or maybe Aurora was the only one taken by surprise.

"Damian, what is she doing in our room?" Aurora asked, paranoid. 

"She is sleeping here tonight, any problem?" Damian lazily drawled. he sounded tired but alarm bells went off in Aurora's head.

By this time, Damian had taken off his shirt. Not minding the third party in their room.

"How can you ask me if there's a problem? She can't sleep here, this room is our bedroom. This bed…" She dashed her index finger at the bed, "...Is our matrimonial bed, it's not to be shared with anyone…" Aurora looked at the lady sitting on the bed who refused to acknowledge her since she walked in, "...not even your best friend is allowed to sleep in it. Did someone take that from your brain?" 

"No, they didn't. The doctor said I keep a close eye on her. She's not gonna bite you in the middle of the night, stop yelling." 

Aurora was offended now because she'd done her best to keep her voice calm, despite the turmoil brewing inside of her. 

"Damian, I don't know what has happened to you, but I don't think you're in your right senses, she needs to leave. Right now." 

"Have you forgotten you're part of the reason she was hospitalized in the first place? Now you're sending her away." 

"I'm not sending her away, I want her to go to the room that you gave her. It's still in this house. She should go to the guest room." 

Juliet, still quiet, stood up and started walking out. "Moonlight…" Damian called out warmly. Aurora pretended it didn't hurt her.

"Yes," Juliet's hair swept across her shoulders as she turned her neck.

"Where are you going?" Damian asked. His brow creased.

"I'm going to the guestroom, I can't deal with this," Juliet said, sizing Aurora up disdainfully before looking back to Damian.

"You don't have to leave. Stay. I need to be sure you're okay." Damian insisted.

"Damian!" Aurora said in a warning tone.

"Aurora, enough of your tantrums, enough of it. Do you hear me? Stop yelling like a child and making scenes out of trivial matters." 

"Damian this is not trivial, what would you say to me if the cases were reversed?" 

 "The cases cannot be reversed. I know what you're thinking but Juliet is nothing like you. You seduced me when we first met after overhearing my conversation with my friend that I was looking for a wife, you were a dancer in a club, and you did other awful things for money…" 

"I was a virgin when we got married…" 

"Juliet here would never do such. She'd never stoop so low." Damian continued speaking like he wasn't interrupted. "And let me warn you now, stop trying to order me in my own house. I pay your bills, and make sure you're well taken care of, the least you can do is respect me. Get to bed, or do whatever you like, I don't need any disturbance." After speaking Damian went into the bathroom.

Aurora felt like someone poured cold water or ice on her face. She started feeling like her old self, powerless and hopeless. 

She turned to Juliet who was still dressing up, Juliet's thin lips curled into a smirk. She raised her hand and said, "Hi, roomie!" and chuckled.

A single tear ran down Aurora's eyes, Juliet was relishing the chaos she was causing her in her marriage.

Aurora's thoughts ran back to years ago when she first saw Damian. He was attractive, solemn but charming. Aurora had fallen for him at first sight.

She was thrown out of the house when her mom died. His new wife had asked her father to send her away. And he did, not thinking of how his daughter would survive on the streets alone. 

Luckily for Aurora, she met a nice girl, Clara, who accommodated her in her small apartment. They became friends, inseparable friends. With time she learned her friend had suffered a similar situation. 

One day Clara got involved in a Ghastly accident and was rushed to a hospital. The accident was so bad, that her friend broke bones, and was bleeding internally, she also had physical wounds on her skin. 

Aurora freaked out not just when she saw the length of her friend's injury but also when she saw the bills she would pay to have her friend live again. After what Clara did for her, Accommodating her and feeding her when she didn't even know who she was. Aurora would feel like a horrible person if she didn't save her friend's life when she could.

Aurora did all she could and raised money for surgery but her friend went into a coma.

At the time she met Damian, she was truly desperate. She needed money to pay bills. Her friend was on life support in the hospital and the bills kept accumulating.

She never told Damian about her friend because she wouldn't want anyone to hurt her friend. But since she married Damian she kept on paying the bills. It's been eight years straight and Aurora was still paying the bills.

Damian was right, she approached him and asked him to marry her. She didn't know who he was, she thought it was another high-profile client at the club. She didn't know his family was a tough nut to crack. She would have rethinked marrying him. But when she and Damian started to get along, she stopped regretting meeting him. 

It was supposed to be an act, but they had fallen for each other. 

Aurora fell back into the chair behind her, as her legs began to shake from carrying her and her emotions.

She felt her stomach, there was a slight assurance she felt…She was not alone.