Aurora's POV. 55..
"f**k!" I muttered under my breath, swiping at my damp cheeks. My hands trembled as I wiped away the evidence of my frustration. Luther… I still couldn’t believe I had no say in this twisted marriage. This was my life now—controlled, dictated, and consumed by a man who saw me as nothing more than a possession.
I exhaled sharply, straightened my shoulders, and forced myself to move. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me broken. Not Luther. Not his family. Not anyone.
I immediately left the room and walked down the stairs cautiously, forcing a mask of indifference onto my face.
As if nothing had happened. As if Luther and I hadn’t just fought like animals behind closed doors. But the moment I stepped closer to the sitting room, something made my feet st
