Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 228

“How dare you act like you’re the wronged party when you’re the one cheating?”

Julian reacted as if someone had stomped on his last nerve. His face twisted through several shades, but thoughts of the trouble brewing with Queenie forced him to swallow his anger and pain. He tried a different tactic, his tone slipping into that patronizing “soothing” he thought would pacify her.

“I told you, there’s nothing going on between me and Queenie! Gwyneth, you’re being unreasonable! You never used to be like this!”

“Nothing going on?”

Gwyneth’s cold smile only deepened. She pulled out her phone, thumb flying over the screen, and then shoved it in his face.

On the screen was a photo Queenie had sent, the kind that left no room for doubt.

“Your idea of ‘nothing’ is laughable.”

Julian’s pupils shrank as he saw the photo, a hot rush of blood pounding in his ears.

How dare she!

That idiot Queenie!

How could she go straight to Gwyneth with this?!

Shock and the sickening realization of being caught left him speechless, while the pain in his gut roared up with new fury.

Clutching his stomach, he tried to explain through gritted teeth, desperate:

“Please, just listen... I can explain this—”

But Gwyneth had already put away her phone. She stood, looking down at him—his face contorted by pain and panic—with a gaze that was utterly exhausted, utterly cold.

“You know as well as I do—there’s nothing left to say.”

She paused. Each word fell like shards of ice, shattering on the ground, lodging in Julian’s chest.

“We should have ended things a long time ago.”

With that, she turned and walked away without the faintest hint of regret. Her back was straight and unyielding as she left.

Julian tried to get up, desperate to stop her, but the tearing pain in his stomach forced him back down into the booth with a heavy thud.

His vision blurred at the edges. Pain and the image of Gwyneth’s departing figure tangled together, swirling into darkness until he couldn’t hold on any longer.

He collapsed, the last thing he heard before losing consciousness was the distant echo of Gwyneth’s voice, already sounding like it belonged to another world.

When he opened his eyes again, the sharp, sterile tang of disinfectant filled his nose. A pale ceiling stretched above him, hospital lights stinging his eyes.

As his mind cleared, he spotted a woman in light-colored clothes standing at the window, fussing with something. For one wild, hopeful moment, Julian’s heart leapt as though he’d grabbed a lifeline in deep water.

It was Gwyneth.

It had to be.

“Who else was going to come? You think your precious ex would take care of you? Dream on, Julian! She left you at the bar without a second glance! I’m the one who brought you to the hospital! You’ll never get rid of me, not in this lifetime!”

Pain throbbed at his temples. He pressed his fingers to his brow, overwhelmed by the ache in his stomach and the chaos in front of him.

Pushing himself upright, Julian fixed Queenie with a cold stare. His voice was weak, but the accusation in it was icy.

“Do you even realize what you’ve done, Queenie? How much trouble you’ve caused me?!”

He caught his breath and went on, every word tight with suppressed fury.

“Why? Why did you send those photos to her? Don’t you want the Fletcher family shares anymore? You said you did, and I’ve bent over backward to make it happen—everything was falling into place, and you—what have you done? Do you even realize what your stupidity has cost us?!”

Queenie reeled from his furious barrage—especially the mention of the photos. Panic flashed across her face.

How did he… how did he know?

It had to be Gwyneth, that bitch.

She always played innocent to his face, scheming behind his back.

Well, maybe this was for the best.

It was about time Gwyneth walked away.

As for the Fletcher family shares…