While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: Chapter 185 Keep My Mother’s Name Out of Your Mouth

​The entire dining room remained completely quiet, the heavy silence thick enough to cut with a knife.

​Naya Whitmore stood right near the threshold of the private dining room, her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive posture. Her fake, polite smile had vanished, replaced by a cold, spiteful sneer.

​"Do you genuinely believe you belong in a place like this?" Naya asked, looking Veyra up and down with obvious disgust. "Do you actually see yourself as the matriarch of the prestigious Thorne family?"

​Veyra kept her lips sealed, standing tall and holding her head high. She refused to give the woman the satisfaction of a panicked reaction.

​"You are only sitting in that house because you managed to get pregnant," Naya continued, her sharp voice echoing off the walls for every customer to hear. "That is the single reason Dorian signed those marriage papers with you. You trapped him. You intentionally used a pregnancy to lock down a wealthy husband."

​Veyra felt her fingers curling tightly into fists at her sides, her nails pressing into her palms. Still, she forced her voice to remain steady and controlled.

​"That is complete nonsense, and you know it."

​"It is the absolute truth," Naya countered with a harsh, mocking laugh. "In high society, marriages are built on mutual business benefits, grand family alliances, and strategic political connections. They are never built on cheap sentiment, and they are certainly not built on an unexpected pregnancy."

​She shifted her gaze, her lip curling in disdain.

​"The core members of the Thorne family will never truly accept a woman like you. You bring no family background, no corporate connections, and zero social standing."

​Veyra felt the sharp sting of those cruel words deep in her chest.

​She had heard these exact insults spoken to her face many times in the past. Her former stepmother had spat them at her. Her half-sister had used them to put her down. The entire family of her ex, Caspian, had repeatedly reminded her of her low standing.

​Over the years, she had built up a shield against those insults. She had learned how to swallow her pride, ignore the spiteful remarks, and let them slide off her back without making a sound.

​However, Naya did not stop there.

​"Your late mother was a total nobody," Naya stated viciously, stepping a little closer. "A common woman who threw her life away on a useless gambler, only to die horribly in a random street robbery. And what about your father? A broken man who lost every single cent he owned and ran away, abandoning his own daughter to fend for herself."

​Veyra felt the blood instantly run cold in her veins.

​"You do not know a single thing about my mother," Veyra said, her voice dropping down to a quiet murmur. There was a sudden change in her tone, a low and dangerous edge that cut straight through the air.

​Naya scoffed, her cold smile returning. "I know enough to know she was a complete failure. Just like you."

​Veyra could easily tolerate people throwing insults at her own head.

​She had endured endless abuse for years without fighting back. She had suffered through the cruelty of her stepmother, the betrayal of her half-sister, and the constant contempt from Caspian’s relatives. She was used to people looking down on her simple background.

​However, she would never, under any circumstances, sit quietly while someone dragged her mother’s memory through the dirt.

​Her mother had been the kindest, most gentle soul she had ever known. She had worked herself to the bone, sacrificing every comfort just to ensure Veyra was fed and protected. She had given up her very life out of love for her child.

​Her mother was not a failure, and she was certainly not a nobody.

​"You can say whatever horrible things you want about me," Veyra stated, her tone turning as sharp as broken ice. "But you will keep my mother’s name out of your mouth."

​Naya let out a loud, dramatic laugh. "Oh, really? Or what exactly are you going to do about it?"

​Veyra took a firm, deliberate step forward, locking her eyes straight onto Naya’s face. "Or you will regret ever opening your mouth."

​Every single eye in the building was now fixed on the two of them.

​The surrounding diners had set their forks down, abandoning their meals to watch the standoff. The servers had stopped carrying trays, freezing in place. The young hostess behind the podium had turned completely pale with anxiety.

​Naya’s arrogant smile faded just a fraction, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.

​"Are you standing there trying to threaten me?" Naya demanded, puffing out her chest.

​"I am giving you an honest warning," Veyra answered, her posture unwavering. "I came here for that private dining room. I arrived first, I spoke to the staff first, and I will not simply step aside because you feel entitled to it."

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