Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 288

Julian felt as if he’d been nailed to the spot. Blood rushed to his head, his ears ringing with Bennett’s words, echoing again and again.

Suddenly, he shot to his feet. The chair screeched across the hardwood as he pushed it back too fast.

He adjusted his glasses—a nervous habit, hoping it might hide the chaos inside him, the overwhelming sense of absurdity he couldn’t shake. His eyes locked onto Bennett, voice strained and twisted with barely concealed fury.

“Brother!”

He practically spat the word through clenched teeth.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know! Gwyneth… she’s my fiancée!”

Gwyneth’s eyes flicked up, cold and unwavering. Her voice rang out, clear and final, leaving no room for doubt.

“Julian, it’s time you faced reality. We broke up ages ago. The moment you started seeing Queenie behind my back, it was over.”

“Broke up?”

Julian let out a bitter, incredulous laugh. His fingers trembled as he pushed his glasses up again, his gaze glued to Bennett’s hand resting on Gwyneth’s shoulder. Countless memories of seeing them together—moments he’d brushed off as coincidence—flashed through his mind. Suddenly, all the fuzzy doubts snapped into focus.

So that’s it…

It was never a coincidence.

They’d been together all along.

Still, he couldn’t make himself believe that Gwyneth—the woman who’d loved him so deeply—would turn around and marry someone else.

And that someone was his own brother.

At that moment, Yale finally snapped out of his shock.

He seized the teacup at his side and hurled it to the floor.

Porcelain shattered everywhere, tea splattering across the polished tiles.

“Ben!”

Yale’s whole body shook with fury. He jabbed a trembling finger at Bennett, voice booming with rage.

“Have you lost your mind?! You knew full well Gwyneth was your brother’s fiancée! And you still dare— you dare to marry her?! Do you have any respect left for me as your father? What about the Locke family’s reputation?!”

The instant Yale flung the cup, Bennett had already pulled Gwyneth behind him, shielding her from stray shards.

He didn’t even flinch at Yale’s outburst. A cold, mocking smile flickered across his face.

Gwyneth frowned, about to protest, but Bennett squeezed her hand, stopping her.

He looked down at her, steady and reassuring, then gently straightened the suit jacket he’d draped over her shoulders, his voice low and soothing.

“It’s alright. Wait for me in the car—I’ll be done soon.”

His tone allowed no argument, carrying a quiet strength that settled her nerves.

She gave him a searching look, then shot a cold glance at the Locke men across the table. Finally, she nodded, turned, and strode out of the suffocating dining room, heels crunching over the broken porcelain.

Julian and Bennett left the room in silence, making their way to the secluded back garden of Locke Manor.

The night air was heavy and still, broken only by the soft pools of light from a few scattered lamps. The shadows of the trees stretched long and thin, the atmosphere thick with tension.

As soon as they stopped, Julian’s bottled-up anger, jealousy, humiliation, and hurt erupted like a volcano.

He spun and, without warning, threw a punch straight at Bennett’s face.

But Bennett was no longer the boy forced to swallow his pride in the Locke household. Years of combat training had sharpened his reflexes.

He tilted his head just enough to dodge Julian’s punch, catching his brother’s arm with his right hand, then smoothly twisted Julian’s wrist with his left. A quick step, and he swept Julian’s legs out from under him.