Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Help Me Get Even With Him

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Megan broke down in tears. “She only pretended to be my friend. It was all fake. She just wanted to humiliate me. At the hospital entrance today, she let her coworkers hit me and curse me. A lot of people saw it. If you don’t believe me, check it yourself.”

Still sobbing, she said, “Hugh, your family looks down on me, your wife misunderstands me, and everyone hates me. What did I even do wrong?”

Seeing Megan crying nonstop, Hugh pulled a tissue from the car and passed it to her. “Go on home. I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Seeing she had gotten what she wanted, Megan slipped away without fuss.

Hugh lingered there in silence for a few seconds, then pulled out his phone to call Bethan.

Bethan had just arrived at Keating Mansion when his call came through.

As soon as the line connected, Hugh’s voice was sharp with decusation. “Couldn’t you talk things out? Did you really have339

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to humiliate her in front of everyone?”

Bethan was utterly baffled and hung up the phone without a second thought.

Minutes later, she stood at the threshold of the master bedroom on the second floor of Keating Mansion.

Exchanging a quick glance with Darnley, her colleague who had come along with her, she steeled herself and stepped. inside.

Her gaze immediately fell on James, seated in a wheelchair by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He wore tailored black trousers and a deep burgundy V-neck jacket over a charcoal shirt; its collar plunged low, all the way to his chest, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his lean, toned. muscles.

His features were sharply chiseled and profound, his

expression dark and brooding, with a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes. A small red mole beneath his left eye added an extra layer of peril and cunning to his already rebellious and untamed visage.

He radiated power, from the set of his jaw to the piercing glint in his gaze.

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James fixed her with that perilous gaze. “So, you’re Hugh’s wife?”

His voice was low and rough, like it had been steeped in smoke, carrying a rumble that seemed to tighten the air in the room.

Bethan corrected him firmly, “Mr. Keating, I’m your attending physician, Bethan Olsen.”

James lifted a hand, and his aide, Isaac, wheeled him around so he faced away from her.

“I don’t need a Cavill tending to me,” he growled. “Leave.”

Bethan exchanged a tense glance with Darnley.

After a brief pause, she said, “Mr. Keating, Hugh and I are divorcing. I’m no longer tied to the Cavills.”

The wheelchair swiveled back, James’ gaze pinning her once

more.

Bethan held his stare. “Hugh betrayed me. He’s been seeing another woman and even fathered a son with her. I want you back on your feet as soon as possible so you can help me get even with him.”

A low chuckle rumbled from James, magnetic yet laced with

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He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “And why,” he asked, “should I get involved in your business?”

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Bethan’s voice stayed even. “You’re Hugh’s elder. If he’s messed up, it makes perfect sense for you, as his uncle, to step in and set him straight.”

A cold smirk curved James’ lips.

He found her maddeningly inconsistent-disavowing the Cavills one moment, invoking family ties the next.

Yet, something in her resolve sparked a glint of curiosity in his

eyes.

“Fine,” he said, voice low. “Heal me, and I’ll see to it you get your revenge.’

His words lit a fire in Bethan’s chest.

As Hugh’s uncle, James was the only person she knew who might have the power to rein in Hugh and bring him to heel.

“I promise to do everything in my power to treat you,” Bethan assured him. “If you doubt my skills, I can introduce you to Mr. Locke. His chronic insomnia has almost completely resolved under my care. We only need to go through one more session for consolidation.”

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James raised an eyebrow. “You mean Arthur Locke from the Locke family?”

Bethan nodded. “Yes, the youngest son of that European tycoon family, Arthur Locke. I treated him in Canada about six months ago, and he’s now almost fully recovered.”

Sensing the hostile aura around James beginning to fade, Bethan gathered her nerve and approached him, lowering herself gracefully to squat by his legs.

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