While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 Enemies for Life

Veyra held her grip tight on Eleanor’s frail wrist, feeling the sharp bone beneath her fingers. She looked down at the woman standing before her, the sunken eyes, the hollow cheeks, the dull hair hanging in messy strands.

This was the First Madam. Eleanor Thorne.

Just a week ago, Eleanor had been the one calling all the shots. She had orchestrated the kidnapping of little Lily, locked a defenseless child in a cold cage, and calculated every move to ruin Veyra’s life.

Her punishment had been swift and brutal: seven full days locked inside the meditation room. Seven long days without a speck of sunlight, without a single sound, and without any way to track the passing hours.

Veyra had honestly believed the isolation would break her. She thought Eleanor would walk out of that dark room crushed, humbled, or at least somewhat remorseful for what she had done.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Looking into Eleanor’s wild face, Veyra saw that the fire of her malice hadn’t been snuffed out at all. The malice was still very much alive, burning hotter than before.

Veyra let go of her wrist with a slight shove, causing Eleanor to stumble back a step.

"Seven days in total darkness," Veyra said, her tone steady and quiet. "And you haven’t learned a single thing."

Eleanor’s pale face contorted with anger, her thin lips twisting into a bitter sneer. "The only thing I learned is what kind of snake you really are. You slithered your way into this household and poisoned everyone against me."

Veyra tilted her head slightly, studying her like an unpleasant bug. "Is that really what you tell yourself?"

"I don’t need to tell myself anything. I know it."

Veyra shook her head with a faint, tired laugh. "Seven days with no light, no noise, and zero human contact, yet you came out the exact same bitter person who went in. It really makes me think the punishment was far too short."

The blood rushed to Eleanor’s face, turning her sickly skin a blotchy red. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides, her knuckles turning white as her body shook with rage.

"How dare you speak to me like that—"

"I speak to you like this because I’m not afraid of you," Veyra cut in, her voice dropping into an icy register that made the surrounding air feel cold. "Look around you, Eleanor. You aren’t the one holding the power in this house anymore. I am."

Driven past her breaking point, Eleanor lunged forward again, raising her palm to deliver a hard slap across Veyra’s face.

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