Allegedly Yours

Accident

Chapter 66

Aston gripped the steering wheel of his sleek black Bugatti, his knuckles turning white with the pressure. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as he sped down the highway, each acceleration a desperate attempt to outrun the storm of emotions raging inside him.

Nyrah's cold words echoed in his mind, taunting him: "I want a divorce." The phrase felt like a dagger to his chest, twisting deeper with every heartbeat. He pressed harder on the gas, the engine roaring in response, matching the fury and pain surging through his veins.

His usually sharp focus was clouded by a haze of heartbreak and confusion. The world outside the windshield was a distorted blur, but he didn't care. He was spiraling, consumed by the thought of losing the one person who had come to mean everything to him. The cityscape whizzed past, but all he could see was Nyrah's face, the coldness in her eyes, and the finality in her voice.

He was barely aware of the honking cars and the flashing lights of traffic signals. His foot pushed down on the accelerator again, the car responding with a fierce growl as it hurtled down the road at breakneck speed. The tires screeched as he took a sharp turn, but he didn't ease up, driven by a reckless need to escape the pain.

But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

A flash of headlights appeared suddenly, too close, too fast. Aston's reflexes kicked in, but it was too late. The car swerved violently as he tried to avoid a collision, but the momentum was too great. The Bugatti skidded across the wet pavement, spinning out of control. The world tilted as the car slammed into the guardrail with a bone-jarring impact.

The screech of metal against metal was deafening, and then, silence. The car came to a halt, its once-perfect frame now crumpled and smoking.

Aston was slumped over the steering wheel, his breathing ragged, pain radiating through his body—but it was nothing compared to the ache in his heart. The last thing on his mind was Nyrah and their unborn child. He wanted their happiness, even if it meant he wouldn't be there to see it.

Alessa stared at the closed door of Nyrah's room, anxiety gnawing at her. Nyrah hadn't come out the entire day, ever since Aston had left. This wasn't normal, especially not for someone who was pregnant. Alessa had knocked multiple times, her worry increasing with each unanswered knock. The only response she received was an unsettling silence. Frowning, she debated whether to give Nyrah more space or force her way in, her concern outweighing her hesitation.

Zale rushed home the moment he received Alessa's call, leaving his work without a second thought. The urgency in her voice had been enough to alarm him. As he arrived, his heart pounded with worry. Alessa was standing outside Nyrah's room, her expression fraught with concern. Without wasting any time, Zale approached the door, knocking firmly, his voice laced with authority and worry.

"Nyrah, open the door! It's me, Zale." His tone was steady, but the growing anxiety was clear. When there was still no response, his patience waned, and he exchanged a quick, concerned glance with Alessa. He wasn't going to wait any longer. Without another word, Zale leaned into the door, using his full weight to break the lock. The sound of the wood splintering echoed through the hallway as the door swung open, revealing the dimly lit room inside.

His heart raced as he saw Nyrah sitting on the floor, her head resting against the edge of the bed, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. She was crying, lost in her grief, not knowing how long she had been in that state.

"Nyrah..." Zale whispered, his voice softening as he rushed to her side. Nyrah remained eerily silent, her eyes locked on the bouquet of flowers Aston had brought. She felt an emptiness so profound it was as if every part of her was hollow.

Alessa and Zale exchanged a worried glance, their concern deepening with each passing second of Nyrah's silence. Alessa stepped forward, her voice gentle and soothing as she asked, "What happened, Nyrah? You're making us worried sick."

For a moment, there was nothing—just the quiet, strained atmosphere of the room. Then, unexpectedly, Nyrah's voice broke the silence, shaky but clear, "He agreed to divorce me."

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At Archer Mansion, James was in the middle of a private meeting with a few important acquaintances

But then, his phone buzzed on the table beside him, cutting through the noise. Seeing the caller ID, he quickly picked it up—Aston was calling, his son who hadn't reached out since their last confrontation. James had tried his best to mend things, but Aston had kept his distance.

His heart leaped with hope as he answered, "Aston, my son..."

But before he could say more, a voice on the other end cut him off, delivering a blow he hadn't expected. "Apologies, sir, but the person you wanted to speak to is in the hospital."

James felt the ground shift beneath him, his breath catching as the weight of those words sank in.

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