Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 304

The photos on the screen exploded into her vision without warning.

There she was—caught with Winston, that lecherous old man—in the bar, in the hotel, even tangled up together in bed. Each image was like a poisoned dagger, slicing through every one of her lies and shattering her carefully constructed façade.

Queenie’s pupils dilated so much they seemed to swallow her eyes, her face draining of color in the blink of an eye—leaving her even paler than when she’d been slapped across the face just moments ago.

“No… no, it can’t be!”

Her scream tore through the room, shrill and grating, warped by terror and disbelief.

“This… this is fake! It’s photoshopped! Someone’s framing me! Julian, you have to believe me—this is all a setup!”

She whipped her head up, clutching at Julian as if he were her last lifeline. Her eyes, wide and frantic, pleaded desperately for mercy, while her trembling voice tried hopelessly to cover the truth with denial.

“Julian, please, don’t listen to them—it’s all a trap! They’re trying to ruin me!”

It had to be that witch Gwyneth. Who else could be so cruel? This was all her doing. She was the one behind this.

But Julian only looked down at her from above, his gaze colder than ice, his disgust so palpable it threatened to freeze her where she knelt.

He studied Queenie’s face, now twisted by fear and panic, and listened as she stumbled through her pitiful excuses. A dark, mirthless laugh rumbled from his throat—low and bitter.

That laugh dripped with scorn, and it was impossible to tell whether he was mocking Queenie’s pathetic desperation, or himself for ever being blind enough to believe her.

“Framing you?”

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