Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 200

**TITLE: Pushing the Edge**
**Chapter 200**

“I said,” Marguerite’s voice took on a sharp edge, unmistakably firm, “this isn’t a decision you get to make.”

Slowly, I raised my gaze to meet hers, the intensity of her stare sending a ripple of unease through me. “I’m not divorced.”

In that moment, I felt as if I were on a precarious ledge, taking a gamble that Victoria hadn’t yet divulged the truth about the divorce papers to Zane. I was also betting that Zane himself hadn’t truly wanted the divorce in the first place.

“What did you just say?”

Her disbelief was palpable, almost suffocating. “Don’t try to deceive me. Someone has already filled me in on everything…”

Amelia, I knew, would never dare to lie directly to her.

But me? My lips had a tendency to weave tales that danced around the truth.

I maintained my composure, my voice steady, betraying none of the turmoil within. “My divorce is a matter strictly between Zane and me. Are you truly going to take someone else’s word over mine?”

Marguerite’s eyes narrowed, scrutinizing me as if she were trying to peel back layers of deception. “You understand what happens if you’re lying to me.”

“I’ve always known the stakes,” I replied, my voice unwavering, devoid of any hint of panic. “If you doubt my words, why not call Zane and ask him directly?”

Regardless of whether I was lying or speaking the truth, I sensed that my outcome would be bleak.

Perhaps it was better to weave a lie after all.

Marguerite studied me with an intensity that felt like a spotlight, weighing her options before she finally nodded at the butler, who stood patiently by.

He understood her silent command, quickly dialing a number and placing the call on speakerphone.

Moments later, Zane’s familiar, steady voice broke through the tension. “Who is this?”

“Young Master Grayson,” the butler began with a respectful tone, “this is the Windsor family butler. Our Madam wishes to speak with you.”

He handed the phone to Marguerite, who adopted a softer tone, one that almost hinted at warmth. “Zane, Elara is with me right now. Why don’t you come and pick her up at the main house tonight?”

She had been around long enough to know that blunt inquiries about our marital status would yield little.

Yet, her words were a clever probe, a test of Zane’s feelings. If we were truly divorced, what would compel him to come collect his ex-wife?

An uncomfortable silence stretched on the other end of the line, heavy with unspoken words.

I felt my fingertips tremble slightly, a barely perceptible reaction to the mounting tension.

Marguerite shot me a glance, her expression one of mockery, as if she found my confidence amusing. She was about to dismiss the entire situation, perhaps to say, “If it’s too much trouble, forget it—”

But before those words could escape her lips, Zane’s voice returned, calm yet assertive.

It sounded as if he were directing his assistant, discussing the need to postpone an urgent meeting and canceling tonight’s engagement.

Then, with a lightness that contrasted the gravity of the moment, he replied, “Why would it be a trouble? I’ll come over right now to pick up my wife.”

“Good, good. That’s very considerate of you,” Marguerite responded, though I could see the frown forming on her brow, a clear indication that she wasn’t ready to relent just yet. “Elara is quite fortunate to have married you.”

“Not at all. I’m the lucky one to have her,” Zane replied, his voice maintaining a polite, formal tone.

“Thank you for the kindness the Windsor family has always shown my wife.”

**Third-person POV**

After the call ended, Zane turned toward his assistant, who appeared visibly anxious. “What’s the matter?”

“Boss, this meeting… it’s not the sort we can easily reschedule. We’re dealing with a billion-dollar deal here.”

“Then move it to tonight.”

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