Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 349

Nora was in a foul mood.

She wanted Louis to have a good marriage—a loving wife, a happy home. But every time she thought about the woman he’d chosen, about Judy, an uneasy irritation gnawed at her.

Why did it have to be Judy?

Lost in thought, she barely noticed Daniel’s hand close gently around hers, the warmth of his touch pulling her back to reality.

“Still thinking about Louis?” Daniel’s tone was light, almost cheerful, though she could tell he was holding something back.

Nora dropped her gaze to his long, elegant fingers entwined with hers, a hint of annoyance flickering in her chest.

“With the Chambers family tying the knot with the Coopers—and now getting in good with the Winters—there’s nobody in Fairvale who’ll dare cross them.” Daniel’s voice was low, almost conspiratorial.

A union with a family as powerful as the Coopers, plus new ties to the Winters, meant the Chambers’ future was all but secured.

Still gently playing with her fingers, Daniel added, “What happens between Louis and Judy is up to them. I’m not getting involved.”

Nora didn’t believe a word of it. This was the perfect opportunity to cozy up to the Winters—there was no way Daniel was just sitting on the sidelines.

The car rolled into the drive. As soon as she and Daniel stepped out, another car pulled in behind them.

The door swung open, and Eleanor all but collapsed to her knees in front of Nora, her white dress streaked with dirt.

“Please, let me stay,” she begged, her long hair falling around her face, eyes brimming with tears.

This time, Nora didn’t step aside.

She stared down at Eleanor, her face emotionless, her voice icy. “Who told you to come here?”

Eleanor wiped at her tears with a trembling hand. “It was Aunt Donna. She said this was all my fault, that I should take responsibility. The first thing I need to do is apologize to you—and I’ll keep apologizing until you forgive me. I mean it, Nora. I know I was wrong. Yell at me, hit me if you want, just let me stay and make amends.”

Donna’s idea? Nora let out a cold, humorless laugh. That woman would do anything for “family harmony,” even if it meant dumping the family’s black sheep at her doorstep.

“Get up,” Daniel said, frowning at Eleanor. “This isn’t the time or place for theatrics.”

Daniel kept his tone neutral. “Whether he likes it or not, you’re still his wife.”

He dialed Hans, explained the situation, and after a few seconds of silence, Hans agreed to come.

“See? He said he’ll pick you up.” Daniel folded his arms, leaning against the TV stand. As Eleanor’s half-brother, his advice was honest, if a bit blunt.

“Eleanor, you need to work on your temper. Stop acting on impulse. You have to learn how to make this marriage work.”

Tears slipped down Eleanor’s cheeks. What difference did it make if she was the only one trying? Hans had never made room for her in his heart.

Daniel showed no sympathy. “You knew from the start he didn’t love you.”

Eleanor pressed her hands to her face, her voice breaking. “But he doesn’t love Una, either. There’s someone else—some woman he can’t let go of.”

She looked up, desperation shining in her eyes. “Can you help me find out who she is?”