Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 298

Outside Fletcher Group, the evening rush was in full swing. People streamed from the building in waves, the lobby buzzing with the end-of-workday energy.

Gwyneth and Serena stepped out of the elevator side by side, chatting about which new restaurant to try that night—a little celebration for finally shaking off a run of bad luck.

But just as they reached the building’s entrance, something felt off.

Instead of hurrying home, clusters of employees lingered just outside, excitement lighting up their faces as they whispered and cast eager glances toward the curb. The air was thick with the electric curiosity of people sensing drama.

Serena followed the crowd’s gaze and spotted a sleek black Mercedes parked out front. Leaning casually against the car was a tall, striking man whose dark suit fit him impeccably—Bennett. Who else could it be?

Even just standing there, Bennett drew every eye. He looked like he belonged in a magazine spread, exuding a quiet authority that made it impossible not to stare.

He seemed oblivious to the attention, his deep-set eyes zeroing in on Gwyneth the instant she stepped outside.

Serena felt her heart skip, a familiar pang of bittersweet longing rising up—then, just as quickly, letting go. She looked from the man she’d secretly liked for so long to her cousin at her side, and whatever wistfulness she had left simply melted away.

They were perfect together. Meant to be, really.

Her own girlish crush? Long overdue to move on.

With a quick, teasing grin, Serena nudged Gwyneth and said brightly, “Rain check on dinner, cousin! Looks like your future husband came to pick you up himself.”

She put extra emphasis on “future husband,” her tone full of playful mischief. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone—I wouldn’t want to be a third wheel!”

Before Gwyneth could even protest, Serena darted off into the crowd like a mischievous rabbit, vanishing from sight.

Gwyneth was still processing what just happened when Bennett strode over, his long strides eating up the distance between them in seconds.

With everyone watching, he reached out and took her wrist, his touch confident and easy. Then, without missing a beat, he slid his hand down and intertwined their fingers, holding her hand firmly in his.

A few bold employees even snuck out their phones, snapping quick photos of the pair standing hand in hand. Within moments, pictures hit social media with captions like:

“This is what real power couple looks like! My apologies for shipping the wrong pair. [photo]”

Gwyneth’s face felt like it was on fire. She was acutely aware of every stare, every whisper—she might as well have been standing under a spotlight on stage.

She didn’t dare look back at her staff’s undoubtedly priceless reactions.

Yanking on Bennett’s hand, she half-dragged, half-hustled him toward the car, her voice a low, urgent whisper edged with embarrassment. “Move, move!”

Bennett’s eyes glimmered with the faintest trace of a smile as he let her pull him along, protectively guiding her into the passenger seat before circling around to the driver’s side.

The car door slammed shut behind him, finally shutting out the sea of curious eyes.