Chapter 465
Chapter 465:
“I saw everything,” Brenden said, turning a hard gaze on Rebecca. “You’ve gone too far. Wesley is going to hear about this p>
“Go ahead and tell him.” Rebecca had already slipped her elegant veneer back into place, composure settling over her features like polished glass. “If Wesley asks me to apologize, I will, of course p>
This woman carried multiple faces and wore each one at will.
Brenden instinctively recoiled, then guided Gabriela back toward the house, clearly intending to expose what had just happened.
Gabriela couldn’t stop him.
Fiona leaned forward in anticipation, eager to watch Rebecca’s image crumble.
𝘋𝗈𝗐ո𝘭oаdа𝖻𝗹e 𝗣𝖣F𝘀 о𝗇 g𝘢𝗹𝗻o𝘷е𝘭s.со𝗆
But Rebecca moved first. “Gabriela, please accept my sincere apology,” she said, voice soft and beautifully measured. “The entire thing was an accident. The mud made it hard to stand in heels, and I slipped. I never meant to bump into you p>
Her expression was earnest. Her tone was remorse itself. It was almost flawless.
Wesley glanced briefly at Gabriela, then turned to Rebecca. “Be more careful from now on p>
“I’m truly sorry, Gabriela,” Rebecca said again, contrition pouring from her like honey.
Gabriela had expected exactly this.
That was why she hadn’t grabbed Rebecca by the hair and dragged her into a fight.
Wesley had already made his choice, and no amount of fighting would change it.
She had responsibilities now—a child who depended on her, a company barely steady on its feet. The luxury of reckless defiance was gone. Those days of throwing herself into chaos without consequence had ended.
Brenden stared in disbelief before bursting out, “Rebecca, you’re nothing but a calculating liar p>
He could hardly comprehend that he had once praised her elegance and intelligence to anyone who would listen. Those words now tasted like poison.
Rage flared under Rebecca’s polished calm, but her face remained composed as she repeated her empty apologies.
Brenden was shaking with fury, his voice on the verge of breaking into a shout.
Wesley’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Brenden p>
Brenden stiffened at his cousin’s tone. He could see the warning in Wesley’s expression and tried to push forward anyway. “Wesley, Rebecca actually p>
“Enough,” Wesley snapped. His voice had turned to ice. “This matter ends now p>
Brenden recoiled beneath the force of it, muttering bitterly under his breath, “Even Fiona would be a better choice than Rebecca p>
Warmth moved through Gabriela’s chest at his fierce loyalty. She touched his sleeve gently and murmured, “Let it go. Tying himself to someone like Rebecca is punishment enough. Don’t let her poison you too p>
Brenden squeezed her hand with quiet protectiveness. “Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to make her pay for this p>
Their exchange caught Wesley’s eye. His next words were precise and cutting. “Gabriela, are you satisfied? If not, I can apologize on Rebecca’s behalf p>
That hurt more than anything Rebecca had done.
Gabriela finally lifted her gaze to his, steady and controlled. “I’m satisfied. I don’t need an apology from you p>
Sadness pressed through her, slow and suffocating.
What fantasy had ever led her to expect anything from Wesley at all?
Home was waiting. Her child was there. That was where she belonged.
As Gabriela turned toward the door, Wesley’s voice followed her like a cold wind. “Why this dramatic exit then p>
Fury ripped through what little patience she had left.
She shoved her sleeves up past her elbows, ready to fight. “Mr. Moss, I’m covered in dirt. Am I not allowed to go home and change my clothes p>
Loretta, sensing the tension spike, quickly stepped between them with practiced calm. “Since Rebecca acted without malicious intent, we should put this unpleasant moment behind us. Everyone, please take your seats. Dinner is ready p>
Gabriela held her ground, her gaze fixed on Wesley like crystal under pressure, silently demanding an answer.
The air in the living room grew heavy.
Meanwhile, in the car, Stewart had nodded off, lulled by the motion of the drive.
Erik glanced at the GPS and said quietly, “Mr. Williams, we’ve arrived p>
Stewart stepped out of the car and stretched, taking in his surroundings. He ran a hand through his slightly tousled hair, straightened his posture, and pressed the doorbell with easy confidence.