Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 150

And that charm she’d poured three months of her heart into—

She would never forget the day she brought it to him, cheeks still pink from the cold, a hopeful smile on her lips. She’d tied it with a scarlet ribbon herself, the faintest trace of incense clinging to the cloth. When she offered it to Julian, he took it without a second thought, gave it the briefest glance, and said, in the same offhand tone someone might use to comment on the weather, “Thanks. That’s thoughtful of you.”

He might as well have been talking about the forecast.

The irony? Julian never once remembered her birthday.

Every year, her “birthday gift” was either some tiredly expensive piece of jewelry—always suspiciously Queenie’s style—or a luxury item picked out by his secretary, coldly impersonal, utterly devoid of meaning.

She used to make excuses for him, naïvely telling herself he was just too busy, that he’d simply forgotten.

Looking back now, she realized he never forgot—he just never cared. Those perfunctory gifts were nothing more than tools to keep up appearances.

How laughable.

How pathetic.

The heartbreak, the bitterness that once tore her apart, now felt numb and distant, settling into a barren, icy wasteland inside her, numbed by the sheer mockery of it all.

Birthday presents?

Gwyneth looked at the man before her—still handsome, still carrying that air of entitlement—and felt a wave of nausea rise in her stomach.

This year?

She hadn’t even bothered to prepare anything. In fact, she’d forgotten all about it.

It wasn’t until yesterday, scanning through paperwork, that she’d noticed the date in the corner of a form and suddenly remembered: Oh. Julian’s birthday is coming up again.

And that was all. The memory felt no more important than a dentist appointment.

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