Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 582: Heart-Wrenching Pain (Extra Story)

Chapter 582: Heart-Wrenching Pain (Extra Story)

Alexander’s eyes burned with rage, his heart having shattered a thousand, no—a million times over. He was gasping for breath, his chest heaving with fury as he glared at the woman he loved most.

He couldn’t get over it. The woman he cherished had schemed her way into another man’s bed.

He couldn’t bear it—especially because that man was more handsome, richer, and held more power than him.

A man’s dignity is not something to be trampled on. And in his heart, Aurora had crushed not only his pride but also his intelligence.

Aurora’s lips trembled as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. So, in his eyes... she was that kind of woman?

"Alexander! Do you really not know what kind of person I am? Why won’t you believe me? After all... I was in the same room as Everett before, and he never laid a finger on me. He even has a severe case of gynophobia. I thought he was looking for me because of something urgent, so I—"

Aurora had overestimated Everett. She had assumed he would act the same way he had last time—coming in only to warn her to stop pestering him, to give up on the idea of clinging to him.

But no.

That night, Everett, the aloof and untouchable heir to a powerful family, had transformed into the devil who violated her.

She had been too naive, too innocent.

During her year under contract with LXL, Aurora had attended her fair share of business dinners and social events. But out of fear of Eric’s wrath, no one had ever dared to lay a hand on the rising starlet he was fiercely protecting.

As a result, Aurora had remained pure and untouched, retaining her naive, unguarded nature. The tragedy of that night... could be attributed to her lack of worldly experience.

"Shut up! Stop making excuses!" Alexander roared. "Aurora... You’ve let me down. You’ve broken my heart. The more you try to explain, the more disgusting this feels! You’re not a child—you’re an adult! If you truly hated him, why didn’t you report him afterward? Why didn’t you call the police?!"

Bloodshot veins crept through Alexander’s eyes. He looked like a man possessed by fury, his expression twisted with rage. Aurora trembled in fear and anguish.

Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, "Alexander, I did report it... But do you really think they would take action? Do you have any idea what kind of man Everett is? He has the power to cover the sky with one hand. If calling the police could have punished him, then—"

"Punishment? So what if he controls everything? You could have taken photos, exposed him online, proven his crimes to the world!" Alexander cut her off coldly, his voice dripping with contempt. "Aurora, stop lying to me. You wanted to climb into his bed. Just admit it—I feel sick!"

Pain and hatred flickered in his eyes as he stared at her. "We’ve been together for seven years, and yet... this is the kind of woman you really are."

His words were like a blade, sharp and ruthless. His gaze, filled with ridicule, was utterly heartless.

"I didn’t!" Aurora cried out, her entire body trembling. The anguish of being distrusted by the man she loved was unbearable. "Alexander, did someone poison your mind against me? I am the woman you love the most—"

SMACK!

The slap landed hard across her cheek.

Aurora’s eyes widened in shock. She stared in disbelief at Alexander, who had lost all reason in his fury.

"I must have been blind to ever fall in love with a scheming woman like you!"

Spitting out those words, he turned sharply and stormed out, striding toward the elevator without looking back.

During the brief period when Alexander had been kidnapped, his captors had played a cruel game with him. They had made a wager: If Aurora went to Ella or Eric for help, Alexander would win, and they would never harm him or her again.

But if Aurora sought out Everett instead... then Alexander would lose. And as the price of that loss, he would be forced to obey those men without question.

In the end, he lost.

That moment had filled him with boundless rage. His captors had tormented him with every possible form of humiliation and cruelty.

At twenty-six years old, Alexander had never suffered such degradation.

That was the moment his faith in Aurora wavered.

The thought of her in Everett’s bed filled him with overwhelming disgust and fury.

No real man could tolerate being made a fool of like that.

Even though Alexander had initially tried to convince himself that it didn’t matter, it was like swallowing a fly—he kept telling himself that he still loved Aurora, but the revulsion refused to fade.

When he was finally released and returned, the sight of Aurora made all of his pent-up rage explode.

Now, he had lost control, but he felt no regret.

He only regretted wasting seven years loving the wrong woman.

She could have avoided Everett. But she didn’t.

He Fell in Love with a Manipulative Green Tea B*tch! Ha!

Inside the apartment, Aurora’s left cheek burned with pain.

She didn’t even have the strength to cry anymore. She just sat there in silence, her tears falling onto the cold floor. She bit down hard on her lips, refusing to let out a sob.

She bit so hard that her lips started to bleed.

Meanwhile, Alexander’s furious expression had been captured by the reporters once again. He made no effort to hide, but when bombarded with questions, he remained silent.

Until, finally, he snapped.

"Get lost!" he roared at the reporter, his face twisted with rage. "Aurora and I are over! We broke up! Stop fcking asking me about her—I’m not a celebrity, I’m not a star! If you want an interview, go shove your mic in that son of a btch’s face instead!"

The reporters were stunned into silence. By the time they regained their senses, Alexander had already gotten into a taxi and left.

Courtney had just come back from grocery shopping when she witnessed the chaotic scene of Alexander being swarmed by reporters.

She didn’t intervene—his words made it obvious that he and Aurora had fought.

When she rushed back to the apartment, she found Aurora sitting on the floor, pale as a ghost. Her whole body was trembling, and tears streamed down her face. But she bit down hard on her lip, refusing to make a sound.

"Aurora!"

Seeing her like this, Courtney immediately dropped her groceries and ran over.

She pulled out a tissue and gently wiped away Aurora’s tears.

She didn’t ask a single question, afraid that any more probing would push Aurora over the edge. Instead, she simply sat beside her, waiting patiently until she had cried herself dry.

Aurora slowly dragged herself up and trudged back to her room. She collapsed onto the bed and buried herself under the covers.

Courtney followed her inside and found her curled up beneath the blanket, her hair still damp from tears and sticking to her face. But Aurora seemed completely unaware.

Courtney let out a small sigh. This is bad.

Alexander had always been a man with a good temper. If he had lost control and lashed out at reporters, then their fight must have been explosive.

And worse...

It seemed that Alexander’s trust in Aurora had completely shattered.

The next day, Alexander’s outburst was all over the news. His words, his rage—it was all documented by the reporters.

Everyone knew that Aurora had broken up with her grassroots boyfriend.

Everyone... except Aurora herself.

Courtney never told her. And Aurora had naively assumed that after a few days of cooling off, Alexander would come to his senses and come back to her.

But seven days passed.

Not a single phone call.

Not a single message.

Aurora sat on her bed, gripping her phone tightly. She looked exhausted—her lips were dry and cracked. The wound she had bitten open earlier had scabbed over, leaving her lips looking rough and painful.

Finally, she mustered the courage to open her chat app and log into Facebook.

But the moment she got online, a message from Brooke popped up.

"Aurora, I just read the news—did you and Alexander really break up? What happened?"

Aurora’s heart dropped.

Panicked, she immediately clicked on the link Brooke had sent her.

Aurora tapped the link, and to her dismay, it led to a news article about Alexander.

The photo showed him battered and bruised, clearly taken on the day he had left the apartment.

His words had been quoted in the article, his voice echoing through the text.

Aurora sat there in stunned silence, staring blankly at the screen. No more tears came.

It was as if... she had already seen this ending coming.

Because for the past seven years, no matter how angry she got, no matter what mistakes she made, Alexander had always forgiven her.

But the moment he lost his temper, it meant he had truly reached his limit.

And yet, she still couldn’t believe it.

The man who had always been patient with her... had unilaterally announced their breakup to the media.