While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Chapter 125 Caught by Her Own Words

The recording began to play.

Xiomara’s voice filled the room, sharp, arrogant, and cruel.

"Your husband is just a hired hand. A shadow. He follows Wesley around like a trained dog."

The words hung in the air.

Veyra stood still, her phone in her hand. The recording continued.

"You don’t belong here. You never did. You’re just a tag-along. A plus-one. The only reason you’re still standing is because you spread your legs for the right person."

Professor Sterling’s face went pale.

He looked at Xiomara. His voice was quiet. "Is that your voice?"

Xiomara’s eyes darted around the room. Her face was white. Her hands were shaking.

"No," she said. Her voice was high. "No, that’s not me. She faked it with AI. It’s AI-generated. She’s trying to set me up."

Professor Sterling’s jaw tightened.

Xiomara grabbed his arm. "Professor, you have to believe me. She’s lying. She’s always been jealous. She’s always tried to destroy me."

Professor Sterling pulled his arm away.

He looked at Veyra. His voice was cold. "You used despicable methods."

Veyra’s voice was flat. "I recorded the truth."

"You manipulated it."

"I recorded exactly what she said. Word for word."

Xiomara’s voice rose. "She’s lying! She’s always lying!"

Veyra held up the phone. Her thumb moved across the screen.

"Listen to the rest," she said.

The recording continued.

Xiomara’s voice was clear. "You think you’re so special? You’re nothing. You’ve always been nothing. And your husband is just Wesley’s errand boy."

Professor Sterling’s face was pale. His hands were shaking.

The recording ended.

Veyra looked at him. "Does that sound like AI to you?"

Professor Sterling said nothing.

Xiomara’s face was red. Her voice was shrill. "She provoked me! She wanted me to say those things. She trapped me."

Veyra shook her head. "I didn’t trap you. I just let you talk."

Professor Sterling looked at Xiomara.

His eyes were cold.

"Xiomara," he said. "Did you say those things?"

Xiomara’s mouth opened, closed and opened once again.

"Professor, I—"

"Did you?"

She looked at the floor and her shoulders slumped.

"Yes," she whispered.

Professor Sterling’s face hardened.

He had seen through her true colors. The lies. The manipulation. The way she had used him to fight her battles.

His gaze was cold. Angry.

Xiomara’s face went white.

She reached for his arm. "Professor—"

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