Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 151

As long as he was the one to take the first step, I no longer felt obligated to uphold my side of that agreement.

“No,” he said immediately, his voice steady and unwavering. He placed his hands gently on Elara’s shoulders, his eyes locking onto hers with a softness that contrasted his firm tone. “Elara, I just need you to go along with this, to pretend we’re divorced when Amelia is around.”

He seemed worried I might misinterpret his intentions, so he added with sincere conviction, “You have to trust me on this. I don’t have any other option. No matter what, my wife will always be you.”

“It will always be you,” I echoed silently in my mind.

I remained quiet, feeling a bit stunned. This wasn’t about whether I wanted to agree or not; it was about the impossible choice I was being forced into. Honestly, Zane and his mother were completely out of sync. One wanted me to fake a divorce, while the other expected us to act like the perfect, elite couple.

Noticing my silence and the way my gaze dropped to the floor, Zane’s anxiety grew. “Little Elara,” he pleaded, using the old pet name that now felt oddly out of place, “I’m begging you, please?”

He was literally begging me, desperate to reassure the woman he truly loved.

I finally lifted my eyes, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before offering a dry, hollow smile. “Alright. I’ll do it.” I agreed, but I didn’t tell him there was no need for pretense—we were already divorced in every meaningful way.

Relief spread across his face like a wave, and I seized the moment. “I wanted to say…”

But before I could finish, his phone rang again. He answered quickly, and just like that, he was rushing away, leaving me standing there, words caught in my throat.

Maybe it was for the best that I didn’t speak after all, I thought bitterly. Amelia was probably pulling the strings behind this. Zane was ready to fake a divorce for her sake. He might never have chosen to help me otherwise.

My mind swirling in confusion, I took the elevator upstairs. When the doors slid open, there stood Gavin. Seeing me, Scott broke free from his leash and bounded over, tail wagging energetically.

“What did he say this time to put that look on your face?” Gavin asked, his voice tinged with teasing mockery.

Clinging to Scott for comfort, I stepped out of the elevator, avoiding Gavin’s eyes instinctively. “He wants me to pretend we’re getting divorced.” Since that night in the car, the air between us had been tense, and I found myself trying to steer clear of him.

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