Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 211

Today was their three-month wedding anniversary.

Gwyneth’s fingers froze around her wine glass, as if a jolt of electricity had passed through her. She was utterly stunned.

Something sweet and ceremonial like this—how could it possibly happen in a marriage like theirs, one held together only by a piece of paper and cold, practical terms?

Did he actually remember?

Not only did he remember, but he’d arranged for a cake?

Her favorite flavor, at that?

She felt completely blindsided.

Just then, Bennett’s deep voice snapped her back to reality. “Gwyneth Fletcher.”

He almost never addressed her by her full name. In this moment, it sounded unusually formal, charged with something she couldn’t quite name.

She looked up at him on instinct.

Bennett had produced a beautifully bound folder from somewhere, along with a black velvet jewelry box that looked as expensive as it felt. He slid both across the table toward her.

“Go on. Open it.”

His tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable expectation in it.

Gwyneth’s gaze fell first on the folder, and her heartbeat skipped, a cold ripple running down her spine.

A contract?

Did he know?

No—impossible…

Ziggy’s call earlier…

Her fingertips felt icy.

But Bennett’s eyes flicked toward the jewelry box, silently urging her to start with that.

With a moment’s hesitation, she reached out and picked up the velvet box.

It was cool and heavy in her hand.

She eased open the clasp—

A dazzling, soft pink light burst into view, so stunning it seemed almost unreal.

Inside, nestled against the velvet, was a necklace—exquisite and impossibly luxurious, set with a radiant pink diamond at its center.

The main stone was huge and vividly saturated, surrounded by a halo of flawless white diamonds set in platinum, each one catching the light and throwing sparks in every direction. The chain itself was encrusted with smaller diamonds, every inch shimmering under the restaurant’s lights.

This necklace—

Gwyneth’s breath caught in her throat.

She recognized the design instantly. The setting, the craftsmanship, the quality of the pink diamond—it was almost identical to the pink diamond ring Bennett had given her, the one locked away in her safe. The same master’s hand, unmistakable, as if the two pieces were sisters.

She was completely at a loss, staring up at him, confusion and disbelief written plainly across her face. Her voice came out raspy, uncertain:

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