Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 12

Gwyneth froze for a moment, caught off guard.

The man met her gaze, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Saving it for the divorce?”

She hesitated, then curved her lips in a playful, almost ingratiating smile.

“It’s just for the memories. After all, it’s my first marriage.”

…

That afternoon, at the front desk of Harvest Group’s headquarters.

Queenie hovered anxiously by Julian’s side, her eyes fixed on the entrance. She spoke up, uncertainty lacing her voice. “Julian, are you sure your brother’s not going to stand us up?”

It was already half an hour past their scheduled meeting, and there was still no sign of Bennett.

Julian, growing impatient, checked his watch and tried to reassure her. “He won’t. Something must have come up to delay him.”

Just then, the sharp click of heels echoed across the marble floor.

Gwyneth strode into the lobby, her presence impossible to ignore.

Julian’s head snapped up at the sound; his eyes widened in surprise. He crossed the lobby in long strides and caught her by the arm, his tone edged with reproach. “Didn’t I tell you to rest at home? Why did you come to the office?”

Gwyneth looked at him coolly, deliberately letting a hint of confusion color her voice. “Julian, are you upset? The marketing department had an issue and called me. I didn’t have a choice. I had to come in.”

Julian faltered, caught off guard by her calm response. He looked her up and down.

Today, she wore a crisp chiffon blouse tucked into a fitted black pencil skirt. Her heels accentuated her long legs, and her posture was upright, exuding quiet confidence. Even with understated, professional makeup, she stood out in the crowd.

Realizing he’d let his emotions show, Julian softened his tone. “I’m just worried about your health. Go on upstairs, but don’t stay too long. Take care of what you need to and then go home to rest.”

“Alright, I know.” Gwyneth gave him a small, polite smile before turning away, her expression unreadable as she walked towards the elevators.

Julian watched her until the doors slid shut, his heart pounding inexplicably. Only when she was out of sight did he finally let out a slow breath.

Julian, about to introduce Queenie, jerked his head up in surprise. “You have a wife now? And you never introduced us?”

Bennett’s lips curled in a faint, enigmatic smile. “You’ll meet her soon enough.”

Julian, oblivious to Queenie’s reaction, laughed and clapped Bennett on the shoulder. “Well, when you do, I’ll have to bring her a welcome gift.”

Hugo, standing a little behind, listened in awkward silence, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He didn’t dare imagine what kind of chaos would break loose once Julian learned the truth.

Queenie’s gaze remained glued to Bennett’s face. Outwardly she maintained her elegant poise, but inside, her excitement was barely contained.

Bennett might have spent years abroad, but his business empire at home rivaled Julian’s. For years, she’d worked her way into Julian’s circle with one goal in mind: to become Bennett’s woman.

But now—he had a wife?

Queenie’s eyes flashed with barely masked fury.

Only she, Queenie, was worthy of being Bennett’s wife. There was no way she’d give up on this golden opportunity.