Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 361

“How many years have we been together? When have I ever hurt you?”

Benedict’s accusation drew a flicker of impatience from Cynthia, as if her guardedness had somehow wounded him deeply.

“Mr. Shepard, are you addicted to playing the victim now? Drop the act, will you? Your fake sincerity doesn’t move me in the slightest—it just makes me sick. Why don’t you try your performance on Giselle or Janice instead?”

She stared at Benedict, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt.

Benedict’s chest tightened. He had no desire to argue with Cynthia, nor did he want her attention to linger on Janice any longer than necessary.

“Giselle won’t be bothering you anymore,” he said hurriedly. “I gave her a sum of money, paid off all her debts. She promised that once she’s recovered, she’ll leave Crestview for good.”

Cynthia’s expression didn’t change; her reply was calm, almost indifferent.

“That’s got nothing to do with me.”

Benedict’s brow furrowed deeply. After a long pause, he finally lowered his head.

“Cynthia, everyone makes mistakes. Please, give me another chance. I swear this won’t happen again. Giselle will never come back to Crestview, and we can go back to the way we were. Please?”

As Benedict pleaded, the receptionists at the front desk exchanged nervous glances, stealing looks at Cynthia’s impassive face.

Her expression remained utterly unchanged—so calm, it was almost unsettling.

Most people assumed that after seven years together, Cynthia would never walk away; the sunk cost was just too great.

But after everything that had happened lately, it was clear where Cynthia stood.

The only one unable to let go was Benedict.

His desperate attempts to have it all were downright revolting.

Seeing Cynthia hesitate—perhaps considering his words—Benedict seized his chance.

“Cynthia, please. Just one more chance.”

He dropped to one knee, pulling a ring box from his pocket.

But Cynthia simply turned aside and slipped the ring onto the finger of the nearest woman—one who had been cheering the loudest.

“You look pretty excited,” she said coolly. “Why don’t you marry him?”

The woman gasped, unsure whether to be thrilled or horrified. “M-Miss Tremaine…”

Cynthia’s expression was cold, almost indifferent. Amid the stunned silence, she picked up her folder and strode toward the elevators.

Benedict stood frozen, watching Cynthia walk away. He drew a sharp breath before shouting angrily after her.

“Cynthia! Everyone’s saying you and Dominic are too close for comfort. Have you been sneaking around behind my back with him all along?”

The room fell silent.

Cynthia turned, her previously calm face now blazing with fury.

And in that moment, she finally understood why, in every novel, the “untouchable first love” was a name never to be uttered lightly.