Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 79

Traffic crawled by in endless streams.

Gwyneth pulled up at the intersection, her fingers drumming absently on the steering wheel. Her gaze pierced the windshield, fixed on the blurred glimmer of distant city lights.

Everything that had happened with the Locke family—Julian’s sickening hypocrisy, Yale’s relentless pressure, Desiree’s venomous jeers, Queenie’s humiliating downfall—flashed through her mind like a film on fast-forward.

Yet what gripped her now wasn’t anger or indignation. It was a chill clarity, sharper than steel, and a sense of urgency that left no room for hesitation.

The plan couldn’t wait any longer. It had to be set in motion tonight.

The traffic light flipped green.

Instead of pressing the gas and heading towards the hospital, Gwyneth spun the wheel hard and shot off in the opposite direction, racing toward the far side of the city.

She knew exactly where she was going—

Ziggy & Associates.

By the time she arrived, it was past eight, and the office was winding down for the night.

She strode straight to Ziggy’s office, pushing open the heavy wooden door without knocking.

Ziggy was still at his desk, bent over a stack of paperwork. At the sound, he looked up.

There was no surprise in his eyes when he saw her. He set his pen down, leaned back in his chair, and clasped his hands, his sharp gaze steady behind his glasses.

“Ms. Fletcher,” Ziggy said, a hint of playful irony in his otherwise impeccably respectful tone, “Another midnight command?”

Gwyneth didn’t answer right away.

She walked to the broad floor-to-ceiling window, looking out over the city glittering with lights, a beauty that barely masked the turmoil beneath.

The night breeze teased loose strands of her wavy hair, outlining the hard angles of her profile.

After a moment, she turned around. Every trace of exhaustion or emotion was gone from her face, replaced by an unshakeable calm and the quiet authority of someone born to command. She took the seat across from Ziggy, her movements graceful yet resolute.

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