Divorced and Remarried:Desired by Two Billionaires

1

~Velma's POV

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at a complicated diagram spread across the desk, pencil hovering above it as I tried to make sense of the lines and measurements.

It had been a quiet morning until Lira, one of my maids, knocked gently at the door, breaking my concentration.

"Madam?" Her voice was careful, polite, but I could hear the tension underneath. "Your mother-in-law... she's here."

I froze. My hand stopped mid-air. I knew exactly what that meant. Every time she came, it was a test, a storm wrapped in civility. I put down the pencil, taking a deep breath, forcing the smile I would need to wear.

"Thank you, Lira. Please... tell her I'll see her in the living room."

Lira hesitated at the door. She nodded slowly, clearly worried, but left with a quiet click of the door.

I straightened my dress and smoothed my hair, rehearsing the calm, polite voice I would use, the smile I would wear. When I stepped into the living room, she was already there, seated, her cold, calculating gaze fixed on me as though measuring my worth.

"Good morning, Mother," I said, keeping my voice even.

She looked me over, her expression tight, lips curling in a polite sneer. "Good morning, Velma," she said flatly. "I suppose you've been busy with... whatever it is you do to occupy your days."

I blinked, keeping my smile. "Yes, Mother. I have been seeing the gynaecologist lately."

She waved her hand dismissively. "Ah, Gynaecologist. As if that will help."

I felt my chest tighten, but I stayed quiet, forcing myself to remain polite.

Her eyes narrowed. " You've given my son nothing he truly wanted. You've never been enough for him."

The words landed hard, sharper than I expected. I gripped the edge of the chair to steady myself. "Mother... I...."

"You...what?" she interrupted sharply. "You think words can excuse failure? You think he should stay because of your... presence? You should be ashamed."

I swallowed, trying to hold back the heat rising in my throat. "I've done my best. I've..."

"Best?" she cut in, voice rising. "You're barren. Defective. You're an orphan who only married him for his money. Don't pretend you've done anything right."

I forced a polite smile, the one I'd worn hundreds of times before. "Of course, Mother."

She stood abruptly, sweeping toward the door. "I didn't come here to see you. I came for my son. Not for someone who cannot give him what he deserves."

I nodded, keeping my composure. "Of course, Mother, but he isn't around."

"Then I will wait for him!"

She left, slamming the door to her room, leaving a silence that felt suffocating.

I sank onto the couch, letting the air whoosh out in a long sigh. Lira appeared with tea, concern clear on her face.

"Are you... Okay, Madam?" she asked softly.

I nodded, forcing a small smile, and reached to take the cup, but almost immediately