Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 301

Julian seemed oblivious to Bennett’s hostility; his attention was fixed solely on Gwyneth.

He stepped closer, lowering his voice, his tone thick with that maddening blend of smug certainty and possessiveness he’d always wielded.

“Drop the act, Gwyneth,” he murmured, barely hiding the edge of urgency and jealousy in his voice. “I know you’re just trying to get a rise out of me. Well, congratulations. You’ve made your point. Happy now?”

Gwyneth’s calm expression iced over in an instant. She stared at the man before her—so arrogant it was almost laughable—and felt her last shred of patience snap.

Argue? Explain? Why bother.

With camera flashes popping, live streams running, and the entire crowd of glamorous guests watching, Gwyneth did something that left everyone utterly speechless.

She abruptly let go of Bennett’s arm—not to push Julian away, but to turn, grab Bennett by his tie, and yank him down toward her. Rising on tiptoe, she kissed him full on the lips, bold and unhesitating.

Time seemed to freeze.

The world fell silent, save for the vision of the two of them at the center of the red carpet, locked in a passionate embrace under the dazzling lights.

For a breathless moment, the online live chat was blank—then erupted in an avalanche of comments:

[WHAT DID I JUST SEE?!?!]

[SHE JUST KISSED HIM?! In front of her ex?! A full-on kiss?!]

[Ms. Fletcher is on fire! Absolute queen move!]

[That’s a slap to the face if I’ve ever seen one—she crushed that jerk’s ego without saying a word!]

[Julian looks like he’s about to faint, haha!]

[Mr. Boyd was stunned for a second, then took charge—he’s got his arm around her waist now, omg, this is too sweet!]

[This is wild!]

The kiss was brief but electrifying, a silent and unmistakable declaration.

Gwyneth took a steadying breath, slipped her hand through Bennett’s arm, and the two of them shared a knowing smile before strolling, utterly composed, into the auction hall—completely unfazed by the chaos behind them.

Julian felt as if his feet were frozen to the floor. Suddenly, he understood everything—and nothing at all.

When had the woman who once saw only him stopped caring entirely?

When had she slipped out of his life for good?

Still.

There had to be a way back.

There had to be.

He straightened his tie, gathered what was left of his composure, and followed them into the hall.