Chapter 547
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Gaston shrugged his broad shoulders. “I am saying Mr. Douglas should invest in a very good therapist. That level of obsession is a medical condition. But right now, my only focus is my beautiful wife and our unborn child. I do not have the time or energy to worry about irrelevant failures p>
The camera flashed one last time. Gaston turned and walked toward the VIP elevators, his security detail falling into step behind him.
Inside the hospital room, Kieran had heard every single word.
His blood pressure skyrocketed. The heart monitor erupted in a continuous, deafening alarm. Kieran grabbed his chest, fingers digging into his own flesh. The room spun violently. Blackness crept into the edges of his vision.
Doctors and nurses sprinted past the reporter and rushed through the door.
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“He is coding again,” a doctor shouted. “Push one milligram of epinephrine — now p>
Within twenty minutes, the interview footage and photographs hit the internet.
The digital explosion was instantaneous. The hashtag GastonCollinsRoastsKieran shot to the number one trending spot on Twitter. The video of Gaston standing outside the ICU and calling Kieran an irrelevant failure was viewed two million times in the first hour.
The comments were a bloodbath. People mocked Kieran relentlessly, calling him a weak and pathetic man who had broken his own heart out of jealousy. They praised Gaston as the ultimate, ruthless protector of his family.
Inside the Douglas family estate in the Hamptons, the elders sat in their private study and stared at the television screen displaying the CNN coverage of the trending story. The room was dead silent. The Douglas family reputation, built over decades, had just been publicly slaughtered in a hospital hallway. There was no PR spin that could fix this. They were the laughingstock of the global elite.
Back in the Manhattan penthouse, Jocelyn sat on the sofa with her iPad resting in her lap.
She watched the video of Gaston’s interview — saw the camera flash, heard the absolute cruelty in his voice. She felt no shred of pity. Only a deep, warm satisfaction settling in her stomach.
She picked up her phone and opened her messages with Bella.
“Some men just get exactly what they deserve,” Jocelyn typed.
A second later, Bella replied with a single emoji of two hands pressed together in prayer.
The private elevator chimed. The heavy doors slid open.
Gaston walked into the penthouse. He tossed his suit jacket onto a chair and crossed the room straight to Jocelyn, the coldness entirely gone from his face. He sat down beside her and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her skin.
“It is done,” Gaston murmured against her collarbone. “The whole world knows. You and this baby belong to me. No one will ever look at you and think of him again p>
Jocelyn wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart against her chest.
The quiet hum of the climate control system was the only sound in Justin Collins’s sprawling townhouse. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished hardwood floors, illuminating dust motes drifting through the still air.