Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 69

2 a.m.

The car pulled up in front of an old house.

Aurora helped Grandma Grace out of the car and unloaded their suitcase.

Grandma Grace had already fished out her keys and unlocked the front door.

But the moment she saw the inside of the house, her frail body seemed to give out completely. Her lips began to tremble, and then, all at once, she let out a sharp, piercing cry.

“Aurora.”

Aurora dropped the suitcase and rushed inside.

The suitcase hit the floor with a dull thud.

The tidy home they’d left behind was now stripped bare. The floor was scattered with trash of every sort, as if someone had torn through the place in a frenzy.

Aurora’s anger reached its boiling point. Clenching her jaw, she spat out a name.

“Jordan.”

How could he dare destroy everything here?

Grandma Grace, already in poor health, was now so shaken she could barely stand. She clung tightly to Aurora’s hand, repeating her name over and over, as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality.

Aurora took in the devastation, her eyes stinging with tears.

Suddenly, something caught her attention.

She gently patted Grandma Grace’s hand and walked over, kneeling to pick up a photograph from beneath a yellowed slip of paper.

In the photo, a girl—eighteen or nineteen—smiled in a graduation gown, her joy radiant and unguarded.

A single tear slipped down Aurora’s cheek.

She brushed the dust from the picture and carefully placed it in Grandma Grace’s trembling hands.

“Grandma.”

Grandma Grace clutched the photo to her chest as if it were the last precious thing in the world.

“Aurora.” Her voice trembled, repeating the name again and again.

Aurora held her tightly, whispering soothing words.

It was a long time before Grandma Grace’s sobs faded and she grew quiet.

Aurora helped her outside and grabbed the suitcase. The house was unlivable now; they’d have to spend the night at a hotel in town.

They could return tomorrow and figure out how to clean up the mess.

They had barely stepped out the door when a familiar voice called out.

Aurora tiptoed out, just as Warner returned with a bag of breakfast pastries and coffee.

“I figured you’d be up soon,” he said, setting the food on the table.

Aurora didn’t stand on ceremony. She ate gratefully, then made some calls to arrange for someone to help clean the house.

Before that, though, she went back for another look.

The empty house felt lonelier than ever. Trash was all that remained—every piece of furniture, every appliance, all gone.

Even the awards and certificates that had once lined the walls were torn and scattered, as if the place had been ruthlessly ransacked.

“Do you want to call the police?” Warner asked quietly, noticing how pale she looked.

Aurora shook her head. This was Jordan’s doing; reporting it would only bring more stress for Grandma Grace, and nothing would change.

She checked each room, one by one, hope fading with every step.

Everything was gone.

“Let’s go,” she said softly.

She turned and walked away.

A week later, the house was finally back in order.