While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Defending Mr. Thorne

The restroom was quiet except for the soft noise of the ventilation system.

Veyra’s hands were still pressed against the marble sink. Her face was still wet from the cold water. Droplets clung to her eyelashes. Her reflection stared back at her, pale and uncertain.

She was still weighing the decision. Vice leader of the Ravenwood Syndicate. Power. Protection. Danger.

She was still thinking when the door swung open and Xiomara stepped inside.

Her heels clicked against the tile. Her dress was black and fitted. Her hair was perfect. Her smile was sharp.

"Well, well," Xiomara said. "If it isn’t my favorite half-sister."

Veyra’s jaw tightened.

"Xiomara."

"I heard you were here." Xiomara walked to the mirror. She pulled out a lipstick. She applied it slowly and carefully. "Dining with Wesley Wynn. Very impressive."

Veyra said nothing.

"Of course," Xiomara continued, "you didn’t get there on your own. You had help."

Veyra turned to leave.

Xiomara’s voice followed her. "Your husband. The bodyguard. The one who works for Wesley Wynn."

Veyra stopped.

Xiomara smiled. "What’s his name again? Dorian? He’s very tall. Very quiet. Follows Wesley around like a loyal dog."

Veyra’s hands curled into fists.

"Tell me," Xiomara said, "does he fetch things for you too? Or does he just stand there looking menacing?"

Veyra took a breath.

She walked toward the door.

Xiomara’s voice was louder now. Sharper.

"I’m talking to you."

Veyra kept walking.

"Your husband is a glorified watchdog," Xiomara said. "He’s not even important enough to have his own name. He’s just Wesley’s shadow."

Veyra’s hand was on the door handle.

"How did you land someone like that?" Xiomara asked. "Did you just spread your legs and hope for the best?"

Veyra’s hand tightened on the handle.

"Because that’s the only way someone like you could ever—"

Veyra turned and she moved so fast.

Her hand connected with Xiomara’s cheek.

The slap cracked through the restroom which was so loud, sharp and final.

Xiomara’s head snapped to the side. Her lipstick smeared across her chin and her hand flew to her face.

Xiomara’s eyes widened. She raised her hand. She was about to strike back but Veyra grabbed her wrist. Her grip was iron. Her fingers pressed into Xiomara’s skin.

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