Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 86: Confrontation

Delphinia stayed still on the bed, her focus on the garden barely visible through the window. The room was grand, as expected of her father’s estate, but it felt cold, more like a prison than a refuge. Everything in the room—from the lavish wallpaper to the plush curtains—oozed luxury, but none of it made her feel welcome. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to fend off the chill that seemed to seep into her bones.

Three nights. She let out a soft sigh, her shoulders falling as weariness crept in. This was her third night here, and every second felt heavier than the last. She hadn’t planned to stay this long. When her father’s men had shown up, dragging her back to this house, she’d thought it would be a short-lived nightmare. But now, she wasn’t so sure. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sharp creak of her door swinging open. Startled, Delphinia turned her head quickly, her heart jumping in her chest. Standing in the doorway was Helena, her face as cold and hard as stone. She didn’t wait for an invitation, stepping into the room with sharp clicks of her heels on the hard floor.

"Still sulking, I see," Helena said, her voice dripping with disdain as she came to a stop a few feet away from Delphinia.

Delphinia straightened her back but didn’t respond, her face a calm mask.

Helena’s lips curled into a bitter smile as she looked around the room, her sharp gaze taking in the untouched food on the tray by the bedside. "You always did have a talent for playing the victim. Sitting here, looking miserable, waiting for someone to feel sorry for you."

Delphinia clenched her hands tightly in her lap but kept her expression neutral. Don’t let her get to you, she told herself. She wants a reaction.

Helena’s eyes narrowed when she didn’t get an immediate response. She stepped closer, her arms crossed over her chest. "What’s the matter, Delphinia? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too ashamed to speak? After all, you’ve brought nothing but disgrace to this family."

Delphinia’s gaze flickered to Helena but remained silent.

Helena let out a sharp laugh. "Ah, the silent treatment. Typical. You think it makes you look strong, don’t you? But it doesn’t. It just makes you look pathetic."

Delphinia’s heart clenched at the words, but she forced herself to stay calm. She turned her head back to the window, refusing to engage.

Helena’s expression darkened, her frustration mounting. "You think you’re better than us, don’t you? Always so high and mighty, looking down on this family, on me. But let me remind you, Delphinia, without your father, you are nothing. You would have been left to rot if it weren’t for our generosity."

Delphinia’s jaw tightened, her fingernails digging into her palms. She didn’t say a word, her face calm and her gaze locked on the garden outside as if Helena wasn’t even there.

Helena’s voice rose, her anger spilling over. "Look at me when I’m talking to you!" she snapped, stepping closer. "Do you think you can just ignore me and I’ll go away? I am the lady of this house, and you will show me respect!"

When Delphinia still didn’t respond, Helena’s patience finally snapped. She reached out, grabbing Delphinia’s chin roughly, forcing her to face her. "You think you can defy me?" she hissed, her nails biting into Delphinia’s skin.

But Delphinia didn’t flinch. Her eyes met Helena’s without flinching, a quiet strength radiating from her. Without a word, she raised her hand and slapped Helena’s hand away from her face.

Helena staggered back, her eyes wide with shock and fury. For a moment, the room was silent, the tension crackling like a live wire.

Helena recovered quickly, her shock morphing into cold fury. She straightened, smoothing her dress with deliberate precision. "You dare raise a hand against me?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "No wonder your mother—"

"Don’t," Delphinia snapped, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. Her hands clenched at her sides, trembling with barely contained anger. "Don’t bring my mother into this with your filthy, shitty mouth."

Helena’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Filthy? How dare you speak to me like that, you ungrateful—"

"Ungrateful?" Delphinia’s laugh was sharp and bitter. "For what? For being trapped in this house? For enduring your venom day after day? My mother had more grace and strength in her little finger than you have in your entire body."

Helena’s nostrils flared, and her carefully composed facade cracked. "You insolent brat! Do you really think you can speak to me this way and get away with it?"

Delphinia took a step forward, her chin held high. "I don’t think, Helena—I know. You can rant, rave, and spew your poison all you want, but don’t you dare drag my mother into this. You’re not worthy to even speak her name."

"You little—" Helena began, her voice trembling with rage, but she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening again.

Both women turned to see Lyvia standing in the doorway, her face pinched with barely hidden annoyance. She glanced between the two of them before settling her gaze on Delphinia.

"Father is calling for you," Lyvia said softly.

Helena stepped back, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She glared at Delphinia, her lips pressed into a thin line, but said nothing as Lyvia waited impatiently.

Delphinia stood slowly, she didn’t spare Helena another glance as she walked toward the door, her chin held high as she followed Lyvia out of the room.

Behind her, she could feel the heat of Helena’s rage from behind, but she didn’t care. She wouldn’t let Helena’s words or actions affect her. Not anymore.

As the door closed behind them, the confrontation left a heavy silence in its wake, but Delphinia felt a small surge of triumph. She had stood her ground, and no matter what her father had to say, she would continue to hold her head high.