Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 189

He probably wished he could sew his own mouth shut.

If he’d known, he would never have run it!

But… this Mr. Grayson wasn’t quite like the rumors swirling in their circles–the ones about him being deeply in love with his sister–in–law and dismissive of his wife.

He seemed plenty possessive to me.

If looks could kill, Zane’s glare would have finished him off already.

Clayton, observing Zane’s expression, said mildly, “It was just a comment. What’s there to get worked up about? You never saw Elara making a fuss over all those real, concrete scandals of yours.”

An awkward silence fell over everyone.

As for me, watching my professor stand up for me like that sent a wave of warmth through my chest.

I checked the time. “Professor, it’s getting late. Let me take you and Mrs. W home now.”

“Good, good,” Sylvia said, knowing our divorce wasn’t public yet and worried her husband might go too far. She tugged on Clayton’s arm. “Let Elara take us back. I’m tired.”

As the three of them started walking out, Zane shot a cold, sharp look at Elias.

Then I turned back and called to Elias, “Elias, come on.”

“Coming.” Elias responded, then looked at Zane, a slight smile touching his lips. “Mr. Grayson, I’ll be going now. Elara needs to drive me home, too.”

Considering Clayton and Sylvia had just endured a long flight and were definitely exhausted, I dropped them off first.

Then, it was Elias’s turn.

By the time I’d taken everyone home and made it back to my apartment building, it was almost 10 p.m.

I smoothly reversed into my parking spot. The moment I pushed the car door open, I noticed the Maybach parked nearby looked awfully familiar.

It was a limited edition. There weren’t many in all of New York.

Zane and Gavin each owned one. But Gavin wasn’t particularly fond of driving something so… understated.

So the one sitting there now was almost certainly Zane’s…

I decided to ignore it and head straight upstairs, but the Maybach’s rear door swung open from the inside.

First to touch the ground were impeccably polished dress shoes, followed by long legs sheathed in suit pants without a single crease.

Zane got out, his gaze scrutinizing. “Why were you having dinner with Elias tonight?”

My face was a mask of cold detachment. I answered his question with one of my own. “Do I not even have the freedom to eat with someone now?”

Chapter 189

“Elara.” Zane closed the car door and took two steps toward me, his brow lightly furrowed. “I’m not objecting to you having meals with people. It’s the nature of your relationship with Elias-”

“I have no obligation to report the details of my friendships to you.” The relationship between us, even before the divorce, was never a normal marital

one.

He’d never once felt the need to explain or justify his relationship with Amelia to me.

Zane knew that the whole Amelia situation had hurt me. “Amelia and I are completely over. There will be no further contact.”

“I promise you,” he said.

The truth was, I barely cared about that anymore.

Whether they ended up growing old together or never spoke again, it didn’t really matter to me.

Regardless, the divorce was final.

I lowered my gaze for a moment, silent, before looking back at him. “So you’ve ended things with Amelia. Does that mean there won’t be a ‘Lucy‘ or a ‘Lilia‘ waiting in the wings?”

I’ve always believed it: once a cheater, always a cheater.

A person’s fundamental nature doesn’t change.

I wasn’t willing to pay any more personal costs, gambling on whether someone might change. My life didn’t have that many chances for error left.

The question made him hesitate.

I saw his hesitation. Without waiting for him to formulate a response, I turned and walked into my building.

The next day, I was up and out the door before sunrise. The weather was slowly warming up, but you still needed a down jacket in the early morning chill.

This time, however, I didn’t run into Amelia at the clinic.

The moment I walked in, one of the junior nurses practically bounced over to me, her face lit up with excitement. She leaned in conspiratorially. “Dr. Elara, you won’t believe the awesome news.”

Curious, I asked, “What is it?”

“I heard that homewrecker is never coming back to the clinic again!” she announced, her voice a mix of triumph and gossip.

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