While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 4
Chapter 4 On His Knees
“You killed my mother.” Each word was a blade. “And you have the nerve to ask me to stay?”
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But she stayed. She told herself it was temporary. She stayed, not out of forgiveness, and not out of weakness. She needed enough leverage before the agreement was ever put to the test. She needed Caspian to believe she was still drowning in grief, too broken to fight back.
“Stop!”
Thud. He dropped to his knees.
She didn’t go straight back to room after that. She opened the notes app on her phone and wrote down every detail he’d let slip that night — the name of the corporate account, the last four digits of an offshore number he’d mentioned, the exact moment he’d said I always had it. She didn’t know yet what she’d do with any of it.
His fists trembled at his sides. She kept packing.
“I’m not lying to you.” He looked at her with desperate sincerity. “Your mother was already terminally ill. Even if that five hundred thousand had saved her, she would have spent the rest of her life without dignity. Maybe death was the kindest release. She used to say things like that herself. I just—”
“Where do you think? You have someone else. Why would I stay?”
But she took the documents anyway.
She shoved past him toward the door. His arms locked around her like a vice. “Veyra, if you walk out that door, I’ll throw myself out this window. Right now.”
Caspian followed her like a dog. He asked if she wanted coffee. If she wanted lunch. If she wanted him to draw her a bath. He said her name constantly, like he was afraid she would forget who he was if he stopped saying it.
He moved her into the mansion the next day.
“Get away from me.”
She stood across from him with her arms crossed.
He signed.
She did not answer most of the time.
Crack.
“I’m not staying because I forgive you,” she said. She turned around. His face was a mess. Tears, snot, blood from his lip. He looked like a child who had broken something expensive and didn’t understand why he couldn’t glue it back together.
“Veyra, where are you going?”
Veyra’s fists trembled violently.
Marble floors. Chandeliers. A kitchen bigger than their entire apartment. A bedroom with a balcony that overlooked a garden she had not known existed until she saw it from the window.
He blinked. “Five billion—”
“Caspian, what are you even saying?!”
The word tore from her throat before she could stop it. He froze, half his body already leaning into the void. He turned back, his gaze stripped raw with desperation.
Then she went back to the guest room, lay down, and closed her eyes.
“Don’t!” He grabbed her wrist, grip bruising. “I can explain. Please don’t leave. I’m begging you—”
She put the phone back exactly where it had been.
“I won’t. I swear to God, Veyra, I will never even look at another woman—”
His face went white. “You wouldn’t.”
Her teeth ground together. Caspian stayed on his knees. “I can’t.”
She wrenched free and slapped his cheek.
“If you cheat again—”
“I…”
“Get up,” she said.
“I know I’m a bastard. But I was scared.” His voice broke as he looked up, eyes bloodshot. “I was terrified you’d leave me. By then I’d already made mistakes—with her. I knew I couldn’t hide it forever, that you’d find out eventually. But if your mother died, you’d have no one left but me. Even if you discovered the truth, you’d never be able to leave.”
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“I didn’t want to lose you.”
“No, that’s not—” He shook his head desperately.
Slap.
“Caspian.” Her voice was ice. “You made me count coins. You made me work double shifts. You let me think we were building something together while you were buying that woman diamond rings, Prada necklaces.”
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