While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Chapter 169 The Poisoned Words

The quiet inside the small café was almost heavy.

Eleanor sat alone near the large second-floor window, watching her cup of tea slowly go cold while keeping her eyes glued to the sidewalk across the street. The rest of the upper floor was completely empty, leaving her with total privacy.

The heavy entrance door on the ground floor clicked open.

A moment later, Naya Whitmore walked up the stairs into the quiet seating area.

She looked as polished and refined as ever. Her dark hair was styled into smooth, perfect waves, her designer outfit looked ridiculously expensive, and her high heels made a sharp, confident sound with every step she took across the floorboards.

She looked around the empty room until her sharp eyes landed on Eleanor sitting in the corner.

"Eleanor," Naya said, taking in her appearance. "You look absolutely terrible."

Eleanor offered her a small, weak smile, making sure she looked exhausted and completely run down.

"I haven’t been sleeping well at all lately," Eleanor murmured softly, gesturing toward the seat across from her. "Please. Sit down."

Naya pulled out the chair, set her expensive leather handbag down on the empty seat beside her, and locked her gaze onto Eleanor.

"You told me over the phone that you suffered some kind of grievance," Naya said, getting right to the point. "What actually happened to you?"

Eleanor dropped her gaze to her hands, letting her shoulders sag forward like she was carrying the weight of the world. Her voice came out low and fragile.

"It’s really hard for me to talk about it."

Naya leaned forward over the table, her tone turning sharp. "Try."

Eleanor let out a shaky breath and slowly lifted her head. She made sure her eyes looked wet and full of unshed tears.

"It’s Veyra," Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "She’s the sole reason I got locked away in the meditation room."

Naya’s dark eyebrows rose in genuine shock. "The family meditation room?"

"It’s a place meant for harsh punishment. No natural light, zero sound, and complete isolation from the outside world." Eleanor let her voice crack right on cue. "They kept me trapped in there for seven whole days."

Naya went dead silent, staring at her in disbelief.

"She turned the entire family right against me," Eleanor continued, building up the lie. "She spun fake stories about me and twisted the truth around until I looked like the bad guy in everyone’s eyes."

"Why on earth would she do something like that to you?"

"Because she’s completely manipulative," Eleanor spat out, putting a bitter edge on her words. "She uses people around her to get ahead. She twists every situation, and she won’t stop at anything until she gets whatever she wants."

Naya narrowed her eyes, her interest clearly pulled in. "And what is it that she wants?"

"Dorian."

The name hung right between them in the cool air of the room.

All the color drained straight out of Naya’s face. Her fingers curled up into tight, white-knuckled fists against the tabletop.

"Dorian," Naya repeated, her voice turning dangerously flat. "She wants Dorian."

"She doesn’t just want him. She already has him locked down," Eleanor said, keeping her voice low and grave. "She’s carrying his child right now."

Naya’s face suddenly flushed bright red with pure anger, her voice rising in pitch. "She’s pregnant?"

"Yes. That’s the only reason he went through with marrying her."

Naya’s jaw tightened up so hard the muscles jumped under her skin. Her eyes blazed with furious heat.

"He only hitched himself to her because she ended up pregnant," Naya said slowly, working out the words one by one. "Not because he actually cares about her."

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