Julian seemed oblivious to Bennett’s hostility; his attention was fixed solely on Gwyneth.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice, his tone thick with that maddening blend of smug certainty and possessiveness he’d always wielded.
“Drop the act, Gwyneth,” he murmured, barely hiding the edge of urgency and jealousy in his voice. “I know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me. Well, congratulations. You’ve made your point. Happy now?”
Gwyneth’s calm expression iced over in an instant. She stared at the man before her—so arrogant it was almost laughable—and felt her last shred of patience snap.
Argue? Explain? Why bother.
With camera flashes popping, live streams running, and the entire crowd of glamorous guests watching, Gwyneth did something that left everyone utterly speechless.
She abruptly let go of Bennett’s arm—not to push Julian away, but to turn, grab Bennett by his tie, and yank him down toward her. Rising on tiptoe, she kissed him full on the lips, bold and unhesitating.
Time seemed to freeze.
The world fell silent, save for the vision of the two of them at the center of the red carpet, locked in a passionate embrace under the dazzling lights.
For a breathless moment, the online live chat was blank—then erupted in an avalanche of comments:
[WHAT DID I JUST SEE?!?!]
[SHE JUST KISSED HIM?! In front of her ex?! A full-on kiss?!]
[Ms. Fletcher is on fire! Absolute queen move!]
[That’s a slap to the face if I’ve ever seen one—she crushed that jerk’s ego without saying a word!]
[Julian looks like he’s about to faint, haha!]
[Mr. Boyd was stunned for a second, then took charge—he’s got his arm around her waist now, omg, this is too sweet!]
[This is wild!]
The kiss was brief but electrifying, a silent and unmistakable declaration.


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