While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163 Him or Me

Veyra carefully set her water glass back down on the table, the heavy glass making a dull click against the wood.

​Her face was still flushed a bright red from her sudden choking fit, her eyes wide with unrefined shock. She stared across the tabletop at Xander as if he had grown a second head right before her eyes.

​"I am not divorcing my husband," she said, her voice completely clear and unshakeable.

​Xander blinked, clearly taken aback by her instant refusal. "Why on earth not?"

​"Because I have zero desire to do so."

​Xander slowly leaned back in his chair, his broad shoulders stilled as his dark eyebrows rose high on his forehead. "You have no desire to?"

​"None at all."

​He shook his head in absolute disbelief, a light scoff escaping his lips. "You married a bodyguard. A common subordinate. Someone who spends his days taking orders from your family." He paused, looking at her with genuine confusion. "There is no way you actually harbour real feelings for a man like that."

​"I do," she replied without a single second of hesitation.

​Xander stared straight at her, his expression a chaotic mixture of deep confusion, wounded pride, and sheer disbelief.

​"Are you honestly sitting here telling me that you love a simple bodyguard?"

​"I am telling you that I am never leaving him."

​Xander brought his heavy fist down hard against the wooden table. The sudden impact made the water glasses jump and the fine china plates rattle sharply. Beside Veyra, Mia flinched violently, shrinking back into her seat.

​"That is completely ridiculous!" Xander shouted, his loud voice echoing off the silk-covered walls of the private room. "You could have anything you could ever dream of in this city. Unlimited wealth, real power, and absolute respect. I can hand all of that to you on a silver platter right now."

​Veyra said nothing, remaining completely silent as she watched him vent.

​Xander leaned far across the table, his posture intensely aggressive and his dark eyes locked onto hers. "Look at me, Veyra. I am incredibly rich, I hold massive power, and I personally rule over half of the Riverside District. Anything you could ever want or ask for, I can secure for you in a heartbeat."

​He gestured broadly with his hands, sweeping them across the quiet restaurant, the private dining suite, and the expensive meal spread out before them.

​"Can your bodyguard husband ever provide a life like this for you? Can he give you this level of luxury and protection?"

​Veyra kept her composure, her tone dropping into a calm, steady rhythm. "He gives me something far more valuable than material luxury."

​Xander frowned. "And what could that possibly be?"

​"Respect."

​Xander stared at her as if she were speaking an ancient, unknown language. His mouth opened to argue, closed, and then opened once more, completely robbed of a quick comeback.

​Over by the sliding wooden door, Leon remained standing perfectly still.

​His arms were still loosely crossed over his broad chest, his facial expression entirely calm on the surface. Yet his sharp, attentive eyes were pinned directly onto the gang leader.

​He had heard every single insult, every piece of arrogant mockery, and every arrogant attempt to dismiss him as a mere low-level subordinate.

​And now, Xander was directly insulting his master.

​A subtle curl touched the edge of Leon’s lips, a fraction of a second movement that formed a small, deeply contemptuous smile.

​Xander caught the tiny expression instantly.

​His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, his voice dropping into a sharp, lethal rasp. "What on earth are you looking at?"

​Leon didn’t bother to give him a spoken answer, simply looking right through him.

​Xander stood up abruptly, his chair legs scraping violently against the hardwood floor with a harsh screech. His voice boomed across the small room.

​"I asked you a direct question!"

​Leon’s steady gaze locked right onto Xander’s furious eyes. His voice came out flat, quiet, and completely unbothered.

​"Clown."

​The single word hung heavy in the silent room.

​Xander’s face instantly turned a deep, furious shade of red. His large hands curled into tight fists, his heavy chest heaving with rapid, loud breaths.

​"Clown?" he repeated, his voice tight with rage. "Did you just call me a clown?"

​Leon offered no reply, remaining perfectly still.

​Unable to contain his fury, Xander suddenly lunged straight across the space between them.

​His heavy right arm shot forward, throwing a fast, hard fist directly toward Leon’s jaw.

​Leon moved without a hint of panic.

​He simply took a smooth step to the side, fast, fluid, and effortless, like water flowing effortlessly around a heavy rock.

​Xander’s wild momentum carried him entirely off balance. His punch met empty air, his arms flailed wildly to catch himself, and his heavy knees crashed hard against the floorboards.

​He went down in a messy heap right at the feet of his own guards.

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