Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 228

“How dare you act like you’re the wronged party when you’re the one cheating?”

Julian reacted as if someone had stomped on his last nerve. His face twisted through several shades, but thoughts of the trouble brewing with Queenie forced him to swallow his anger and pain. He tried a different tactic, his tone slipping into that patronizing “soothing” he thought would pacify her.

“I told you, there’s nothing going on between me and Queenie! Gwyneth, you’re being unreasonable! You never used to be like this!”

“Nothing going on?”

Gwyneth’s cold smile only deepened. She pulled out her phone, thumb flying over the screen, and then shoved it in his face.

On the screen was a photo Queenie had sent, the kind that left no room for doubt.

“Your idea of ‘nothing’ is laughable.”

Julian’s pupils shrank as he saw the photo, a hot rush of blood pounding in his ears.

How dare she!

That idiot Queenie!

How could she go straight to Gwyneth with this?!

Shock and the sickening realization of being caught left him speechless, while the pain in his gut roared up with new fury.

Clutching his stomach, he tried to explain through gritted teeth, desperate:

“Please, just listen... I can explain this—”

But Gwyneth had already put away her phone. She stood, looking down at him—his face contorted by pain and panic—with a gaze that was utterly exhausted, utterly cold.

“You know as well as I do—there’s nothing left to say.”

She paused. Each word fell like shards of ice, shattering on the ground, lodging in Julian’s chest.

“We should have ended things a long time ago.”

With that, she turned and walked away without the faintest hint of regret. Her back was straight and unyielding as she left.

Julian tried to get up, desperate to stop her, but the tearing pain in his stomach forced him back down into the booth with a heavy thud.

His vision blurred at the edges. Pain and the image of Gwyneth’s departing figure tangled together, swirling into darkness until he couldn’t hold on any longer.

He collapsed, the last thing he heard before losing consciousness was the distant echo of Gwyneth’s voice, already sounding like it belonged to another world.

When he opened his eyes again, the sharp, sterile tang of disinfectant filled his nose. A pale ceiling stretched above him, hospital lights stinging his eyes.

As his mind cleared, he spotted a woman in light-colored clothes standing at the window, fussing with something. For one wild, hopeful moment, Julian’s heart leapt as though he’d grabbed a lifeline in deep water.

It was Gwyneth.

It had to be.

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