Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 204

Top graduate of Meridia’s most prestigious university, Serena had an impressive family background and a reputation that preceded her.

Years of secret romance?

The internet was abuzz: crystal-clear photos of the Boyd Group’s newlywed couple on a date had just leaked. The headline: “Newlyweds Caught in Sweet Embrace—Could They Be Any Cuter?”

Serena strode into the office in a pair of sky-high heels, a faint, mysterious smile playing on her lips. Today, she’d dressed to dazzle: the latest designer collection hugged her figure perfectly, and she carried a limited-edition Hermès bag on her arm. She was luminous—impossible to ignore.

As soon as she entered, the entire open office rippled with excitement.

“Serena! Oh my god! You’re actually the famous Mrs. Bennett?”

Lily from marketing was first to rush over, waving her phone so everyone could see the trending topic. On the screen, #Boyd Group CEO’s Secret Wife Revealed was blowing up. The attached photo showed Serena and Bennett dining at a revolving rooftop restaurant the night before: he looked sharp in a tailored suit, his expression cool and aloof, while she sat across from him, sweetness in her smile—the very picture of a perfect couple.

“I can’t believe our company is hiding so many stars!” someone from accounting gasped, hand over mouth. “Serena, you’re not just Ms. Fletcher’s cousin, you’re Mrs. Boyd! You really kept that under wraps!”

Serena lowered her head with a practiced hint of shyness, twirling a lock of hair by her ear, her voice playful. “Oh, come on, you’re exaggerating…”

“This isn’t exaggeration at all!”

A perfect blush rose to her cheeks as she stamped her foot in mock protest. “Seriously, it’s nothing—just the media blowing things out of proportion.”

She feigned denial, but the gleam in her eyes betrayed a secret delight.

A voice, hushed with just a hint of envy, whispered, “Honestly, Ms. Fletcher works herself to the bone, and in the end, she’s not as lucky as Serena—marrying so well. But I heard Ms. Fletcher’s fiancé, Mr. Locke… well, rumor has it he’s seeing someone else?”

The comments multiplied instantly.

“I saw it too! Wasn’t it just last week, outside the hotel? Mr. Locke had his arm around some woman. They looked awfully close.”

A flicker of smug satisfaction flashed in Serena’s eyes, but she quickly schooled her face into a scolding look. “Hey now, let’s not get carried away. Don’t go spreading gossip about my cousin.”

She slipped easily from “Ms. Fletcher” to “my cousin,” making her loyalty clear.

“You’re so modest, Serena! We’re all dying of envy!” “Seriously, brains, beauty, family connections—and your husband is the ultimate catch. You’re living the dream!”

Amid a chorus of fawning compliments, no one noticed the silent figure standing by the glass doors.

Gwyneth had arrived unnoticed, dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal skirt suit, her expression unreadable. She watched her cousin at the center of attention, ringed by admiring colleagues.

Every word—every over-the-top compliment, every whispered rumor about her hard work and her fiancé Julian Locke’s supposed infidelity—drifted over, clear as day.

She let out a silent, bitter laugh.

Bennett’s new wife?

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