Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 289

Bang!

Julian barely had time to react. The world spun violently, and a tremendous force slammed him hard to the ground.

His back crashed onto the cold stone pavement, the impact knocking a grunt from his lips. His glasses went flying, vanishing somewhere into the damp grass.

Bennett loomed over him, eyes as cold as winter frost, showing not a trace of brotherly affection.

He bent down, grabbed Julian by the collar, and hauled him up until his feet nearly left the ground. His voice was a low, menacing growl.

“Julian, who do you think you are? What right do you have to lay a finger on me?”

His gaze was razor sharp, as if it could slice through every pathetic mask Julian tried to wear.

“Well? Just what are you, anyway?”

Julian struggled, and with his glasses gone, nothing hid the twisted hatred simmering in his eyes.

Panting, he bared his teeth and spat out his words, desperate to claw back a shred of dignity by attacking Bennett with the vilest insults he could muster.

“Right? I was with her for five years. Five! And you? You’re just the rebound, the guy who slipped in when she was vulnerable! You have no idea how Gwyneth used to grovel for me, do you? She was like some stray dog I couldn’t shake off, always at my beck and call! I’d tell her to jump and she’d never dare fall short—she was just a—”

He didn’t get to finish the insult. Bennett’s fist whipped through the air and crashed into his cheek, sharp and merciless.

Julian’s vision went black at the edges. Blood welled at his lips instantly.

Bennett kept his grip firm, yanking Julian close until their noses nearly touched.

His voice was icier than the night wind, every word ringing with authority and warning.

“Julian, stop raging like a pathetic loser. Listen to me: Gwyneth is my wife now. By law and by name. You have no right to meddle in her life, and you sure as hell don’t get to drag her name through the dirt with that filthy mouth of yours.”

With that, Bennett released him abruptly, letting Julian drop to the ground as if discarding something worthless.

Caught off guard, Julian landed hard, scraping his elbows on the rough stone. Pain flared up his arms. He sucked in a shaky breath and glared up at Bennett’s retreating back, his bloodshot eyes burning with poisonous resentment.

A bitter, broken laugh tore from his throat. “Don’t get cocky, Bennett! She’s just with you to spite me! She’s using you, hoping I’ll take her back! You have no idea how much she loved me. She can’t live without me! I’m not giving up. Just wait and see!”

Bennett paused at the edge of the garden, his silhouette etched in the faint light. He didn’t look back, just turned his head slightly, his profile sharp and cold.

His voice was quiet, but it cut through the darkness, crushing every last illusion.

But Bennett reached out and caught her wrist.

His hand was warm and steady, gentle but firm as he guided her back into her seat.

“I said it’s fine,” he said, turning to her. In the dim glow of the dashboard, his eyes were calm and deep.

“No need to go. Trust me—he’s hurting a lot more than I am.”

Something in the way he said it made her pause.

She looked at him, meeting his gaze in the cramped space of the car. There was a silent understanding between them, a tension that needed no words.

Suddenly, she understood. Bennett wasn’t the type to swallow his anger—Julian hadn’t gotten away with anything tonight.

She relaxed, letting her anger ebb, and buckled her seatbelt, but not without a disgruntled huff. Then she snapped, “Drive. Let’s go home.”

Bennett’s lips quirked almost imperceptibly as he started the car.

Was she mad at him for making their relationship public—or was it something else?