While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 Consumed by Jealousy

The busy street down below was full of afternoon traffic and people moving back and forth.

​Naya Whitmore’s eyes followed Eleanor’s pointing finger, cutting straight across the pavement. Over on the opposite sidewalk, a small group of three women was just stepping out of a newly rented storefront. They were chatting, laughing out loud, and holding notebooks and measuring tapes in their hands.

​Naya’s dark eyes narrowed into thin, sharp slits.

​"Which one is she?" Naya asked, her tone already laced with a heavy attitude.

​Eleanor raised her hand slightly toward the glass pane. "The one right in the middle. The girl with dark hair and simple clothes."

​Naya locked her gaze onto her target. Veyra. She looked small, ordinary, and completely unremarkable.

​She wasn’t wearing anything flashy at all, just a pair of basic jeans and a simple blouse. Her dark hair was pulled up into a plain ponytail, and she was laughing easily at something her friend had just said.

​A sudden surge of deep contempt washed over Naya, making her stomach turn.

​"That’s really her?" Naya asked, turning her head with a look of total disbelief. "That’s the woman Dorian went out of his way to marry?"

​Eleanor gave a slow, solemn nod. "Yes. That’s her."

​Naya shook her head, letting out a sharp breath. "She’s literally nothing. She’s a complete nobody. She looks like a basic cashier straight off a retail floor."

​Eleanor stayed quiet, letting Naya take it all in.

​Naya’s upper lip curled into a harsh sneer. "She isn’t even pretty. She’s plain, average, and looks like she came straight from a back alley."

​She turned her attention to the two women standing beside Veyra. One was younger, looking quiet and shy, while the other was holding onto a thick binder and looking around like she was nervous.

​Naya scoffed, her voice completely dismissive. "Look at the people she hangs out with. She surrounds herself with total nobodies because she doesn’t know a single important person in this city."

​Eleanor leaned forward just a little, her voice dropping into a quiet murmur. "She knows Dorian."

​Naya’s jaw clamped shut, the tight muscles in her cheek working overtime.

​She turned back to stare out the window, her eyes fixed on Veyra once again.

​As she watched her walk down the sidewalk, a strange feeling hit her. Something about the way Veyra moved, the way she threw her head back to laugh, and the casual way she tossed her hair felt familiar.

​Naya narrowed her eyes, studying every line of Veyra’s face. She was completely sure she had seen this woman somewhere before today.

​Then, like a bolt of lightning, the memory came rushing back to her.

​The photograph. It had happened back at the high-society charity gala. She had grabbed Dorian’s personal phone off the table when he wasn’t looking, tapped the screen open, and saw the image saved right there.

​It was a clear photo of Veyra standing close to Dorian. Their hands were held tightly together, and their eyes were locked in an intense look.

​The memory made Naya’s blood boil with hot rage.

​"That’s her," Naya spat out, her voice turning sharp and venomous. "That’s the exact same woman from the photograph."

​Eleanor blinked, putting on a confused face. "What photograph?"

​"The photo on Dorian’s phone at the charity event," Naya said, her tone dripping with anger. "I saw her with my own eyes. She was standing right there holding hands with Dorian."

​Eleanor raised her eyebrows, acting surprised. "You actually saw that?"

​"I saw the whole thing clear as day."

​Naya’s hands curled up into tight fists against the tablecloth, her sharp designer nails digging deep into her palms until it hurt.

​She had tried so hard to force that image out of her head over the last few weeks. She had tried to convince herself that it was just some meaningless business contact or a distant relative. But that picture had stayed in her mind, driving her crazy in the middle of the night.

​Now the truth was sitting right in front of her. That random woman in the photo was actually Dorian’s hidden wife.

​Naya couldn’t pull her eyes away from Veyra.

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