Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 313

Bennett opened his eyes and looked down at her, a softness in his gaze that seemed endless.

He reached out, ruffling her silky hair with a fondness laced with a hint of playful mischief.

“Perfect timing—you’re awake. There’s quite the show on today. Get up and see for yourself.”

Gwyneth was just about to ask what kind of show he meant when her phone, sitting on the nightstand, chimed and shattered the early morning calm.

It was as if Bennett had been expecting it. He picked up the phone and handed it to her without missing a beat.

Gwyneth took it, puzzled, and swiped to unlock the screen. When she saw the sender’s name, her brow twitched ever so slightly.

Julian.

The message itself left her speechless—and more than a little nauseated:

[Gwyneth, come back. I can forgive you. I can even forgive you for being with Bennett. Just come back to me—I still love you. Bennett doesn’t stand a chance this time; he can’t win against me. I’ve been waiting for you.]

The self-importance, the bizarre offer of forgiveness, the absolute certainty that Bennett would lose…

Gwyneth almost laughed out of sheer exasperation. Three months had passed, and Julian still lived in a world of his own making, convinced that everything revolved around him.

Bennett caught the incredulous disgust on her face and didn’t need to read the message to guess what it said.

Instead of being angry, a cold, mocking smile curled at the edges of his mouth.

“So,” he murmured, “the stage is set.”

His tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable confidence, a sense that he had everything precisely under control.

“He certainly knows how to pick his moment.”

Gwyneth tossed the phone aside as if it were something filthy, then burrowed back into Bennett’s embrace with a dismissive huff.

“He’s insane, Bennett. Just ignore him.”

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