Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 211

Today was their three-month wedding anniversary.

Gwyneth’s fingers froze around her wine glass, as if a jolt of electricity had passed through her. She was utterly stunned.

Something sweet and ceremonial like this—how could it possibly happen in a marriage like theirs, one held together only by a piece of paper and cold, practical terms?

Did he actually remember?

Not only did he remember, but he’d arranged for a cake?

Her favorite flavor, at that?

She felt completely blindsided.

Just then, Bennett’s deep voice snapped her back to reality. “Gwyneth Fletcher.”

He almost never addressed her by her full name. In this moment, it sounded unusually formal, charged with something she couldn’t quite name.

She looked up at him on instinct.

Bennett had produced a beautifully bound folder from somewhere, along with a black velvet jewelry box that looked as expensive as it felt. He slid both across the table toward her.

“Go on. Open it.”

His tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable expectation in it.

Gwyneth’s gaze fell first on the folder, and her heartbeat skipped, a cold ripple running down her spine.

A contract?

Did he know?

No—impossible…

Ziggy’s call earlier…

Her fingertips felt icy.

But Bennett’s eyes flicked toward the jewelry box, silently urging her to start with that.

With a moment’s hesitation, she reached out and picked up the velvet box.

It was cool and heavy in her hand.

She eased open the clasp—

A dazzling, soft pink light burst into view, so stunning it seemed almost unreal.

Inside, nestled against the velvet, was a necklace—exquisite and impossibly luxurious, set with a radiant pink diamond at its center.

The main stone was huge and vividly saturated, surrounded by a halo of flawless white diamonds set in platinum, each one catching the light and throwing sparks in every direction. The chain itself was encrusted with smaller diamonds, every inch shimmering under the restaurant’s lights.

This necklace—

Gwyneth’s breath caught in her throat.

She recognized the design instantly. The setting, the craftsmanship, the quality of the pink diamond—it was almost identical to the pink diamond ring Bennett had given her, the one locked away in her safe. The same master’s hand, unmistakable, as if the two pieces were sisters.

She was completely at a loss, staring up at him, confusion and disbelief written plainly across her face. Her voice came out raspy, uncertain:

But to Gwyneth, it felt like an eternity.

Her heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. Every nerve ending seemed focused on that small spot at the back of her neck, burning beneath his touch.

Bennett didn’t step away immediately.

He lingered, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders, his gaze fixed on the curve of her neck.

The necklace fit perfectly, the pink diamond catching the light and setting off her pale skin—a striking contrast that made her look at once regal and heartbreakingly beautiful.

In his dark eyes, the diamond’s reflection flickered—deeper, somehow, than before.

He was close, his voice a low, magnetic murmur against her ear, full of open admiration and an edge of possessiveness:

“Beautiful.”

Gwyneth felt the heat rising to her ears beneath his gaze and the weight of his words.

She was completely overwhelmed by the necklace, by him, by everything.

And yet, Bennett didn’t seem finished.

He set the velvet box aside and nudged the heavy folder toward her again, his eyes steady and unreadable. His tone was as calm as before, but now there was a gravity to it she couldn’t ignore:

“Open it.”

He repeated the words, then paused, his voice dropping even lower.