Betrayed I Upgraded to His Billionaire Brother novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

“That’s my privacy,” I replied smoothly.

I could see the irritation flash in his eyes. No man likes to feel he’s being played, even when he’s the one who checked out first.

“Elara,” he bit out, a clear warning in his tone. “You can act out all you want. But infidelity is my bottom line.”

“Mm,” I hummed, my voice gentle and placid, a perfect mirror of the compliant wife I’d once been. “I know.”

But the truth sat between us, unspoken: We’re already divorced.

Seeing my seemingly docile expression, his anger seemed to deflate. “Get ready tomorrow,” he said, his voice softer now. “Ill pick you up before we head to the mansion.”

“Okay.”

The Grayson family mansion was ablaze with light, every chandelier glittering above the murmur of wealthy guests.

I had chosen a simple but elegant navy silk dress for the evening, its understated cut a quiet statement amidst the overt glamour. Zane, predictably, looked impeccable in a deep burgundy tailored suit that spoke of power and tradition.

We entered arm–in–arm, a picture of conjugal harmony.

Victoria spotted us immediately. Her eyes briefly dropped to my hand on Zane’s arm, a flicker of displeasure passing through her polished composure.

“Zane, you’re here.” Her voice was warm, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Elara, Grandmother has been asking for you. Why don’t you go find her

first?”

“Of course,” I agreed, eager for an escape.

“Tll go with you,” Zane said.

“Zane, wait.” Victoria stopped him, her tone casual yet firm. “The daughters of several business partners are here tonight. You should stay and entertain them in the drawing room. It wouldn’t do to be impolite.”

Zane’s jaw tightened, but he wouldn’t cause a scene. “I understand.”

I made my way toward the buffet, the scent of roasted meat and delicate pastries filling the air. I was genuinely happy for the old lady, but I needed a moment to myself, a bite to eat before facing the crowd.

I had just reached for a plate when a hand brazenly gripped my waist from behind.

I froze, every muscle locking in shock and revulsion. I spun around, and my blood ran cold.

“Theodore,” I hissed, keeping my voice low. “Have you lost your mind? Do you know where we are?”

He just smirked, his gaze drifting pointedly toward the crowded drawing room. “Don’t think I’m blind to what the Graysons are doing,” he said, his voice a oily whisper. “They’re clearly shopping for your replacement.”

A cold knot tightened in my stomach. He wasn’t wrong.

He leaned in closer, his smile turning vile. “At a time like this,” he murmured, his breath too close to my ear, “even if I took you right here, they wouldn’t lift a finger to defend you. Not if it meant offending the Windsors.”

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