Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 171

The deafening roar of gossip, the relentless flashes from the cameras, and Julian’s insincere, grating words of thanks crashed over everyone in the room.

Yet, on the edge of this chaos, Desiree’s gaze cut through the noise, fixing on the man in the VIP section whose presence haunted her dreams—Bennett.

Even from across the crowd, even as he was surrounded by prying eyes and biting speculation, his unique air—languid and dangerous, yet utterly composed—pulled her in like a magnet.

Her heart skipped a beat, that long-buried flutter she thought she’d extinguished suddenly flaring up again, sharp and bittersweet.

Almost without realizing it, she found herself wanting to step toward him—just one tiny, almost imperceptible step.

But suddenly, a crushing force landed on her shoulder.

Zayden’s hand clamped down like a steel vise, gripping her so hard she could feel the ache in her bones.

He kept his pleasant smile, didn’t even bother looking her way, but the sheer force of his control was icy and absolute, pinning her in place.

He didn’t need to say a word. That unyielding grip was warning enough:

She was his prize, his accessory—she’d better not make a move.

Desiree froze, humiliation and helplessness welling up inside her.

All she could do was watch as Bennett sat at the eye of the storm, forced to endure Julian’s public humiliation under the guise of brotherly gratitude, set up as a scapegoat for all to see.

She was powerless to help him—couldn’t even let a flicker of concern show.

All she could do was bury her turmoil and worry deep inside, digging her nails so hard into her palm that crescent marks bloomed in her skin.

While Desiree was drowning in pain and frustration, someone else stirred.

Gwyneth stood toward the back of the crowd—not a central figure, just keeping a low profile as Bennett’s assistant.

But when she saw Bennett subjected to Julian’s “thanks,” when those malicious, probing voices pierced her ears like needles, a strange, visceral discomfort seized her.

It wasn’t the duty of a loyal employee; it was something far more instinctive.

She watched him, outwardly unruffled but inwardly beset by countless eyes, and her heart wrenched tight.

She couldn’t bear to see him so isolated, so exposed to all that spiteful scrutiny.

A fierce impulse overtook her—

She had to go to him.

She had to stand with Bennett.

Even if their marriage was only on paper, they ought to face this together.

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