Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 149

The so-called “family dinner,” thick with pretense, calculation, and silent warfare, had finally drawn to a close.

People rose from the table one after another, the air heavy with the hush of survivors after a storm—stifling, breathless, almost funereal.

Bennett’s parting words—“Sorry to trouble you, Gwyneth”—still echoed in her mind, clinging like poisonous ivy, each syllable weighing her down with humiliation and a strange, shameful anxiety, as if she’d just been caught in an illicit affair.

Had her supposed fiancé really just handed her over to his own brother? As Mrs. Boyd, no less?

The world had clearly lost its mind.

The most bizarre moment came when everyone raised their glasses to toast Julian’s birthday. Yale’s smile was inscrutable, Bennett’s face a mask as he lifted his glass—though his eyes, sharp as icepicks, never left Gwyneth. She forced a brittle smile, while Julian, the guest of honor, struggled to keep up the facade, his grin frozen and unnatural, as if he wore a mask he couldn’t take off.

Amid the clinking of glasses, each person nursed their own agenda; there wasn’t a shred of genuine joy at that table.

All Gwyneth wanted was to escape this suffocating place.

She grabbed her purse and made for the exit as quickly as she could, desperate to get back to her own cramped little sanctuary, the only place where she could still breathe.

But just as she reached the hallway leading to the main lobby, a strong hand seized her arm.

“Gwyneth!” Julian’s voice called from behind her, impatient and expectant, as if it were perfectly natural for him to stop her.

The sudden pull made her stumble. She turned, startled, meeting Julian’s gaze—eyes that tried too hard to feign tenderness.

She blinked, confused. “What is it?”

Julian seemed oblivious to the fleeting look of irritation and distance in her eyes.

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