Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 348

Benedict’s face went rigid. He drew a deep breath, forcing himself to keep his emotions in check.

“There’s more than just the two of us in the car,” he said, voice taut. “Janice asked me to pick you up first, then grab her. She said it’s been ages since you two had a proper chat—she wants to catch up.”

Cynthia gave a cold, mocking smile. “Is Janice missing my number, or did she forget how to text me herself? Why does she need to go through you?”

A frown pinched Benedict’s brow, and a flicker of irritation slipped through his composure. “Cynthia, whatever’s going on between us, Janice is still your best friend. There’s no reason to take it out on her.”

“So telling the truth counts as taking it out on her?” Cynthia shot back.

Benedict had no response.

The elevator doors slid open at the ground floor. Cynthia strode out without another word.

Outside, she had already called for a rideshare. Without looking back, she walked straight to the car and climbed in.

Benedict stood frozen on the sidewalk, watching as her car disappeared into traffic. His hand clenched so tightly around his phone that his knuckles went white.

Cynthia felt her phone buzz in her purse. She glanced down.

Another message from Dominic.

[Send me the address for the gathering.]

She quickly shared her location with him, adding the room number for good measure.

Dominic: [I’ll have Galen pick you up right on time.]

For a moment, Cynthia considered refusing. But the thought of facing Benedict and Janice Ormond alone made her change her mind.

[Alright. Thank you, Mr. Holloway.]

When Cynthia arrived at the restaurant, she paused outside the private dining room. Before she could knock, the door opened from within.

Their old class president stood there, his eyes lighting up in surprise at the sight of her. “Cynthia, you made it! Where’s Benedict? Didn’t you come together?”

He glanced over her shoulder, as if expecting Benedict to appear.

Cynthia smiled politely. “No idea.”

Heads around the table nodded in agreement. Soon, half the room was urging Cynthia to forgive Benedict.

Benedict, seizing the moment, let his eyes well up with tears. He nursed his drink, looking the very picture of wounded devotion and heartbreak.

Cynthia just smiled, saying nothing.

Janice pressed on, relentless. “Benedict really regrets what happened. He was tricked by that woman, that—” She caught herself, but her anger flared. “I heard the whole story. It was that—well—”

Janice’s words choked off as someone yanked her hair from behind—hard.

She cried out in shock, twisting around to see who it was.

Standing behind her, with fury etched across her face, was the very “woman” Janice had been insulting—Giselle. She had no idea when Giselle had slipped into the room, but now she had a fistful of Janice’s hair.

Giselle’s voice was sharp, trembling with anger. “Who are you calling a homewrecker? Look in the mirror, Janice. If anyone here’s trash, it’s you!”

The room erupted in chaos.