Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 225

“I was just using her! How many times do I have to tell you? You’re the one I love—always have, always will! What else do you want from me?!”

Julian’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he tried to get her to calm down. “That deal means everything to me. I had to pretend with her, can’t you see that? Don’t you understand?”

But Queenie wasn’t listening—not to reason, not to anything. “I don’t believe you! I don’t! You’re lying to me!”

She clung to him even tighter, her hands digging in as she sobbed, “If you dare walk out that door, I’ll tell everyone about us! I’ll make sure you regret it!”

Julian stared at her twisted, desperate face, her threats sounding more ridiculous with every word. All he felt now was a deep, bone-weary exhaustion and a wave of disgust.

He finally managed to wrench out a single sentence, voice cold as ice, every word sharp and final. “Go ahead. Tell them.”

He didn’t shout, but the words landed like a slap—careless, reckless, and edged with warning.

For a moment, Queenie was stunned. His cold eyes, the cruel set of his jaw—it made her loosen her grip, just a little.

In that split second, Julian didn’t even bother to look at her again. He didn’t fix his wrinkled suit or glance back. He strode for the door, wrenched it open, and slammed it behind him with a thunderous crash that cut off Queenie’s howling sobs and the suffocating chaos of the room.

Inside, her cries only grew more desperate. The sound of things breaking echoed faintly through the wall, painting a clear picture of the disaster and Queenie’s utter despair.

Julian didn’t look back. He walked to the elevator, punched the button, his figure rigid, not a trace of hesitation or regret.

And something in his heart felt different, changed.

There was only one thought left: Find Gwyneth. See her.

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Night had fallen, cloaking the hillside villa in quiet and shadow. Only a handful of porch lights cast soft halos across the path.

Gwyneth dragged her exhausted body home. The house felt even larger and emptier than usual with Bennett away on business these past few days—a hollow, echoing silence.

She was worn down from the relentless pace at work, and the tension of today’s board meeting had pushed her fatigue over the edge.

Her stomach grumbled in protest, but the pull of sleep was stronger than hunger. She didn’t have the energy to make anything to eat, or even walk to the bedroom. Instead, she let herself collapse onto the living room’s oversized couch, curling up on the plush cushions, telling herself she’d rest just a little before getting up to wash.

But as soon as her tired body found a place to sink, sleep crashed over her like a wave. Within minutes, her mind faded and she drifted off.

She didn’t know how long she’d been out when the faintest click of a key in the lock and the soft snick of the front door woke her from the edge of sleep.

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