The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 249

Julian walked by Giselle's side, gently patting her back with one hand to soothe her frayed nerves.

He lifted his head, his gaze sweeping past Gideon's rigid figure to land on Nora, who was still slumped on the gravel path behind them.

Nora's palms were scraped raw by the jagged stones, thick blood trailing through her fingers to stain the dusty ground.

Julian raised an eyebrow, a mocking smirk curving his lips.

He had carefully orchestrated this entire scene today, texting Nora to lure her here with the sole intention of disgusting Gideon and driving a wedge between the siblings.

The final outcome had vastly exceeded his expectations; it was so spectacularly perfect he wanted to applaud and laugh out loud.

Gideon had completely lost control and attacked him over the casual mention of that old incident in Paris. And that idiot Nora, as if she hadn't suffered enough humiliation, just had to rush in to play peacemaker while two men were brawling to the death.

And the result? The husband she had chased for seven years threw her aside without a single glance, tossing her into the dirt like a piece of garbage.

It was genuinely pathetic.

She was so incredibly stupid that even sparing her a second glance felt like a waste of time.

Withdrawing his gaze without an ounce of pity, he wrapped his arm around the quietly sobbing Giselle and strolled toward the club's exit at a leisurely pace, not looking back.

On the sprawling equestrian field, a bitter wind kicked up the sand, slapping against Gideon’s dust-covered black suit.

He seemed completely numb to his own miserable state and the biting chill, just staring blankly in the direction Giselle had vanished, standing there like a soulless husk.

He didn't understand.

Just last night, Giselle had leaned softly against his shoulder, tugging at his sleeve and pouting with her clear, innocent eyes to get out of drinking her bitter medicine.

For over a decade, no matter where he went—whether flying out for international negotiations or attending exclusive elite galas—she would always follow closely behind him, sweetly calling his name.

Where exactly did it all go wrong?

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