While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 You’re Delusional

Caspian’s voice cracked behind her.

“Why are you forcing me like this?”

Veyra stopped walking. She did not turn around.

His words echoed off the crystal chandeliers, bounced off the marble floors, and faded into the soft piano music. A few diners glanced up from their plates. Then they looked away.

She stared at the back of her own gloved hand. The black leather reflected the low light.

She had not wanted their parting to end like this. Not in a restaurant. Not with shouting and stares. She had hoped for quiet. A clean break. Silence.

But Caspian had never given her anything clean.

She turned.

Caspian stood by the table, his hands shaking at his sides. His face was red. His collar was crooked where he had tugged at it.

Veyra took a breath. The air was cold in her lungs.

“You’re not at fault,” she said.

Caspian blinked.

“I am,” she continued. “I was the one who believed you. I was the one who stayed. I was the one who ignored every sign.”

She paused.

“But we’ve broken up. We’ve been broken up for weeks. I wish you and Xiomara a long and happy life together.” Her voice did not waver. “And success in your careers.”

She meant it but it was not the happy part. She did not wish them happiness. But she wished them gone. Out of her life. Out of her sight.

Caspian’s face shifted. The red faded. His skin went pale.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“No.” He stepped toward her. “You’re angry. You’re hurt. But you don’t mean that.”

She did not step back.

“Veyra, listen to me.” His voice trembled. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I can’t live without you.”

She said nothing.

“Please.” He reached for her hands. “Please don’t do this.”

He grabbed her arms. His fingers dug into the leather of her gloves. He pulled her toward him.

She hit his chest. Hard. The metal knuckles pressed into his ribs.

“Let go.”

He did not. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed. Her ribs compressed. Her shoulder blades pressed together. She could not breathe.

“Caspian.”

“I won’t let you go,” he said into her hair. “I won’t.”

She pushed against his chest. He was too strong. Her arms were pinned.

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

“Caspian!”

Her voice was sharp. Loud. A few diners turned to stare again.

Leon Wei moved. His hand closed around Caspian’s shoulder. He pulled. Caspian did not budge.

Another voice cut through the noise.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The voice was calm. Almost playful. A man in a gray suit stood a few feet away. He wore round glasses. His hair was dark and neatly parted. His smile was thin.

Caspian’s grip loosened. Veyra pushed free. She stepped back, breathing hard.

Leon Wei positioned himself between her and Caspian.

The man in the gray suit looked at Caspian. “This is a restaurant, not a boxing ring.”

Caspian’s face darkened. “Mind your own business.”

“I’m making it my business.” The man adjusted his glasses. “The lady asked you to let go. Several times. I counted.”

Leon Wei studied the newcomer. His hand hovered near his jacket.

Caspian turned to face the man. His lip curled.

“I don’t know who you are, but this doesn’t concern you.”

“It concerns anyone who has to watch a woman be manhandled.”

Caspian stepped forward. “Say that again.”

The man did not flinch. “I said. It concerns anyone who has to watch a woman be manhandled. You heard me the first time.”

Caspian’s fists clenched. His breathing was loud.

The man smiled. “I’m Xavier Lala. And you are?”

Caspian did not answer.

Veyra’s mind caught up with her ears.

President Lala.

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