Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 192

[Juliet, are you having a rough day? That's not like you.]

Of course, Jocelyn knew something. Cynthia texted back immediately.

[Who was that man?]

But Jocelyn didn't reply after that.

Cynthia waited a few minutes, staring at her silent phone, then gave up and called Jocelyn directly.

Jocelyn answered, her voice muffled and distant.

"I promised Juliet I'd never tell anyone, Cynthia. Don't ask me again. Whoever he is, it doesn't change anything. It doesn't matter anymore."

She echoed Juliet's own words.

It was true.

Whoever that man was, it didn't matter now. Her sister had made it clear—the man was getting married. That was the end of it.

Cynthia took a deep breath, her chest tight with guilt.

She was Juliet's younger sister, yet all these years she'd never really paid attention to her, never even known about Juliet's love life.

Jocelyn must have sensed she'd keep pushing, because she hung up quickly.

Cynthia stared at her phone, trying to steady her breathing. Her eyes burned with unshed tears.

She hated herself for not returning to the city sooner, for not coming back to the Tremaines earlier.

For not being there for Juliet when she needed her most.

The next morning.

Cynthia came downstairs, her eyes red and puffy from crying. No amount of makeup could hide it.

Juliet was already at the table, quietly eating breakfast. She looked up, noticed Cynthia's swollen eyes, and asked in a low voice,

"What happened?"

Cynthia pulled out a compact mirror, checked her mascara, and tried to sound breezy.

Juliet listened carefully, her gaze warming with approval.

"Alright. If you want it, it's yours."

Cynthia pulled out a debit card she'd prepared and slid it across the table.

"I'm not taking it for free. I'm buying it from you."

Juliet pushed the card back, but Cynthia pressed her hand down to stop her.

"Sis, family or not, business is business. I'm buying the land, and whatever I make from it is mine alone. Draw up the contract and send it to me."

With that, Cynthia grabbed her briefcase and stood, heading out fast—almost as if she was afraid Juliet would refuse her money.

Juliet looked at the card left on the table and couldn't help a small, helpless smile. She understood Cynthia's intentions all too well.

Fine. She'd just hold onto the card for now, keep it safe for her little sister.

She'd never wanted Cynthia's personal assets tangled up in Tremaine Holdings. That way, even if the company collapsed, Cynthia would still be okay.