While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Chapter 195 The Misunderstanding Deepens

​The subterranean laboratory fell into total stillness.

​Dorian sat alone in a small, private office located just beside the primary research room. The door was firmly closed, shutting out the faint humming noise of the large computer servers outside. The overhead lights were dimmed down to a low setting, casting long shadows across the neat desk.

​His encrypted phone rested on the polished surface directly in front of him.

​He picked it up, tapped the glowing screen, and started the security footage playback one more time.

​He watched the whole scene unfold across the restaurant entrance hall. He saw the sudden argument, Veyra standing perfectly calm while surrounded by hostiles, Naya Whitmore sneering with arrogant entitlement, and the swift, crisp slap that followed.

​He replayed the short clip three times in a row. Each time he watched it, his sharp eyes picked up on three distinct, unexpected details that he had overlooked during the first viewing.

​First, Naya Whitmore clearly recognized Veyra’s face and identity. She was not treating her like a random stranger. She knew exactly who Veyra was and was well aware that she was legally married to him.

​Second, Wesley Wynn had given Veyra an official high-tier VIP card belonging to the Ravenwood Society. It was the very same black card Veyra had pulled out to shut down the arrogant restaurant manager, Victor Grant.

​Third, Veyra had actually raised her own hand and slapped Naya Whitmore right across the face in a wide-open public space, surrounded by dozens of high-society witnesses.

​Dorian tapped the screen to pause the video feed right on a close-up frame.

​Naya’s face was completely frozen on the digital display. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth was hanging half-open, and her hand was mid-air as she tried to touch her red cheek.

​Dorian leaned back against his chair, his mind tracing back to the night of the high-profile charity gala. He remembered how Naya had brazenly snatched his personal phone out of his grip and scrolled through his private photos, coming across that clear photograph of Veyra standing alongside Xavier Lala.

​That was precisely how she had recognized Veyra today.

​He was completely certain of it now.

​He made a silent mental note to deal with Naya Whitmore and her family’s political standing when the timing was right. For now, however, he needed to make sense of the other surprising elements in the video.

​He hit the play button once more, watching the sequence of events unfold.

​He stared closely at the sleek black VIP card bearing the crest of the Ravenwood Society.

​Truth be told, the presence of that card did not shock Dorian in the slightest.

​He was already fully aware that Wesley Wynn had offered Veyra the powerful position of deputy leader within the society, an offer Veyra had politely turned down. But Wesley was a patient, calculating man who never gave up easily. Handing her that top-tier card was simply his way of keeping a door open, granting her personal protection, and keeping her tied to his inner circle.

​It was classic Wesley behavior through and through.

​Dorian dismissed that detail from his thoughts and focused on the climax of the footage.

​He replayed the exact second the slap landed.

​Veyra’s palm made clean, firm contact with Naya’s cheek. Even without sound, the force behind the strike was obvious from the sudden snap of Naya’s head.

​Dorian stared intently at Veyra’s face on the screen, analyzing her posture, her eyes, and her breath control before and after the blow.

​She was not acting out of wild anger, nor was she throwing a mindless temper tantrum. She was completely composed, level-headed, and fully aware of her surroundings.

​She knew Naya was completely in the wrong. She knew the security cameras and nearby patrons were watching every move. She knew she had complete logical grounds to defend her own honor against slanderous insults.

​She had slapped Naya because she intentionally chose to deliver a hard lesson, not because she had lost control of her emotions.

​A rare feeling of deep admiration washed through Dorian as he watched her calm demeanor.

​He picked up his phone, unlocked the secure messaging app, and typed out a short message to Leon.

​Keep a tight watch over her every move. Naya Whitmore will certainly not take this humiliation lying down.

​Leon’s response flashed back across the screen within seconds.

​Understood, sir. I am on full alert.

​Dorian set the mobile device flat on the desk, locking the screen. He leaned his head back against the soft leather headrest and closed his eyes for a moment.

​Without warning, his thoughts drifted back to the previous night inside the manor. He remembered Veyra thrashing around in the middle of a terrible nightmare, her loud cries filling the dark room, and the bitter tears soaking her cheeks.

​He had held her tightly in his arms and tried his best to soothe her distress, but he was still completely in the dark about what had caused it.

​What terrible memory had she revisited in her sleep? What ghost from her past had broken her calm demeanor so completely?

​He felt a deep, pressing urgency to find out the truth behind her hidden pain.

​Ten minutes later, he left the underground facility and stepped out into the night air.

​The long drive back toward the Thorne estate was completely quiet. The bright city streetlights blurred together into glowing lines as the vehicle sped down the highway. The late-night roads were almost entirely deserted.

​Throughout the ride, his mind remained fixated on Veyra. He thought about her sharp independence, the quiet strength she displayed in front of enemies, and the sudden, fragile vulnerability she had shown in her sleep. He remembered how tightly her small hands had gripped his shirt, only for her to pull back into her guarded shell the moment morning arrived.

​He did not fully understand the complex workings of her heart, but he was determined to learn every layer.

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