While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Chapter 182 A Fear From the Past

The gentle morning sun streamed softly into the large bedroom through the gaps in the tall window curtains.

​Veyra’s eyelids fluttered open slowly as she stared up at the clean white ceiling above her. The room was completely silent, surrounded by a peaceful calm.

​She blinked a few times, taking a lazy stretch across the soft mattress. Her physical body still felt tired from the night before, and her eyelids were heavy with lingering exhaustion.

​Yet something inside her felt subtly different this morning. The heavy, suffocating pressure that usually weighed down on her chest felt noticeably lighter, and the dark gloom in her mind had mostly cleared away.

​She took a long, steady breath, taking in the quiet surroundings.

​It felt surprisingly good to simply be alive and awake.

​She didn’t know exactly where that sudden, hopeful thought came from, but she couldn’t deny that it was true.

​She pushed herself up into a sitting position and glanced around the spacious room.

​Dorian was lying motionless on the long leather sofa near the sitting area.

​His eyes were shut tight, his face looked unusually pale under the morning sun, and his body remained perfectly still.

​However, Veyra could tell right away that he wasn’t actually asleep. His breathing was far too shallow to be deep sleep, and his strong jaw was clamped together tightly.

​He had clearly stayed awake through the entire night.

​A sharp sting of guilt shot straight through her heart as she watched him.

​Her violent midnight nightmare, her breathless screaming, and her uncontrollable sobbing had kept him up all night. She had completely ruined his chance to rest after his exhausting business trip.

​She looked at the noticeable dark circles under his eyes and the lingering stiffness in his broad shoulders.

​She had disturbed his peace, ruined his night, and acted like an unbearable burden.

​Feeling guilty, she quickly looked away from him.

​Then, the sudden memory of what had happened between them hit her like a ton of bricks.

​The terrifying dream, her bitter tears, and the pathetic way she had thrown herself straight into his arms all came rushing back to her mind at once.

​She had literally begged him to hold her close. She had cried her eyes out against his shirt, clinging onto him with all her strength as if he were the only thing holding her together.

​Her face flushed a deep, intense red in a matter of seconds.

​Her ears burned with heat, her neck felt hot, and her entire body flared up with intense mortification.

​She had never felt so utterly embarrassed in her whole life.

​She had shown herself to be weak, completely vulnerable, and helpless right in front of him.

​She had willingly exposed a fragile side of her character that she had spent years hiding from the rest of the world.

​She wanted nothing more than to vanish on the spot, to sink straight through the mattress, and to never have to face him again.

​Dorian stirred on the couch, sensing the shift in the room.

​He sat up slowly, running a hand through his dark hair before looking over at her. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, but his voice sounded surprisingly soft when he spoke.

​"Good morning."

​Veyra couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze. Instead, she fixed her eyes firmly on the plain white wall beside her bed.

​"Good morning," she muttered flatly.

​"Are you feeling any better than last night?" he asked gently.

​"Yes, I’m fine."

​"Look, about what happened last night—"

​The moment she heard him bring up the topic, panic surged through her veins. She didn’t let him finish his sentence. She quickly grabbed her stomach with both hands, scrunching her face up into a sudden grimace.

​"I don’t feel well at all," she blurted out hurriedly, making an excuse on the spot. "I need to use the bathroom right now."

​She scrambled out from under the covers, sprinted across the polished floorboards, and threw herself into the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and turned the lock with a sharp click.

​She leaned her back flat against the cool wooden surface of the door, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs while her face burned bright red.

​She simply couldn’t face him right now. Not after the embarrassing scene she had caused in his arms hours earlier.

​She stood alone inside the quiet bathroom, staring directly at her reflection in the big mirror.

​Her cheeks were completely flushed, her eyes were wide with panic, and her dark hair was a wild, messy heap around her shoulders.

​Her mind kept replaying the events of the previous night on a relentless loop. She kept picturing the way she had held onto his shirt and the pathetic way she had begged him for comfort.

​She felt like dying of embarrassment right there on the spot.

​Unable to contain her frustration with herself, she leaned forward and gently bumped her forehead against the hard bathroom door.

​Stupid, she scolded herself inwardly. You are so incredibly stupid, Veyra.

​She had broken her own golden rules. She had let her guard down, revealed her deepest weakness to a man, and allowed him to see her at her absolute worst moment.

​She genuinely felt like she would never be able to look him in the eye again without dying of shame.

​Outside in the bedroom, Dorian stood quietly near the bathroom entrance.

​He had heard the muffled thud of her head lightly hitting the door from inside. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a slight frown forming on his forehead.

​He naturally assumed that she was going out of her way to avoid him. He thought she was trying to dodge an uncomfortable conversation about her childhood trauma and running away from her own suppressed feelings.

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