Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 128

“Get out! What are you staring at? All of you, get out! I said get out!” Desiree finally snapped, wild and cornered like an animal. She grabbed anything within reach—her water glass, a lamp, even one of her own high heels—and hurled them at the crowd gathered in the doorway, hysterical and desperate.

Her hair was a tangled mess, makeup smeared across her face, eyes wide and wild. There was nothing left of the polished Sutton heiress—only raw, naked despair and madness.

The onlookers erupted in chaos.

“Oh my God! That’s Desiree!”

“Isn’t she the Sutton heiress?!”

“How did she end up with a guy like that, in Ms. Fletcher’s room?”

“This is unbelievable!”

“Didn’t Queenie swear it was Ms. Fletcher just now?”

“She acts like a saint in public, but behind closed doors she’s a total wild child—and with such questionable taste, too.”

“The Sutton family’s reputation is finished. Totally trashed.”

“Queenie! What the hell are you playing at?!” Julian finally snapped out of his shock, whirling around to glare at Queenie. His eyes practically burned holes through her as he stared at the girl beside him—her face paper-white, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

But the panic faded almost instantly, replaced by a wave of relief. Thank God it wasn’t Gwyneth. He almost felt giddy with relief.

But Desiree? How could it be her?

Did Bennett know his woman was this wild?

Things just got interesting.

Queenie was too terrified to speak. She stood frozen, bloodless, lips trembling, unable to utter a sound.

She stared at Desiree—collapsed on the bed, screaming—and then at the disgust and curiosity on the faces packed in the doorway. The truth crashed down on her in a dizzying wave.

Gwyneth watched from the back of the crowd, her eyes cold and detached from the blazing spectacle.

Bennett’s arm remained steady at her back, a solid shield between her and the chaos.

His gaze swept over the wrecked Desiree and the ashen-faced Queenie as if they were nothing more than unwanted litter, then he leaned down and said quietly to Gwyneth, “We’ve seen enough filth. Let’s go.”

He shielded her as they turned to leave, moving through the shocked, awkward, and prying stares as calmly as Moses parting the Red Sea. In the silent corridor, their elegant, unyielding figures receded together.

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Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow across the breakfast table.

The whole city was ablaze with scandal.

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