Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225 Beauty Really Is A Curse

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No matter how much Fiona loved her, Hugh was her biological

son.

And Megan had given the Cavill family a grandson-that was a blood bond that would never be severed.

That night, Bethan went home, soaked in a leisurely bath, and went straight to bed.

The next two weeks without Hugh were peaceful. She ate well, slept soundly, and even put on a little weight.

James’ treatment was going smoothly too, reduced from five days a week to just three.

April arrived in the blink of an eye.

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After finishing her work one evening, Bethan turned on the TV, only to see Hugh being interviewed on Australia’s top financial channel.

He was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, his tall frame and peffect proportions standing out among a group of

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middle-aged businessmen. His presence was cold, restrained, and commanding, an aura of absolute authority that set him

apart.

Back when she was young and naive, Bethan had been blinded by that same appearance. She had sacrificed her love and her marriage to him.

Beauty really is a curse.

She made a mental note to lecture Arthur later-not to be such

a shallow face-lover.

With a faint smile, she switched off the TV.

Meanwhile, after the interview, Hugh returned to his hotel room. His eyes lingered on the calendar as his thoughts grew

heavier.

He had been in Australia for more than two weeks, and Bethan

had not called or texted him even once.

Every time he tried reaching out, her only reply was a curt two-word response. “Busy now.”

His patience finally snapped. “Jacob,” he ordered, “wrap things up as quickly as possible. We’re flying back tomorrow.”

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That weekend, in the wealthy Blue Bay Community district,

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Bethan had dragged a square table from the lounge into the living room.

They were playing bridge-Bethan and Mason on one side, Arthur and James on the other.

In the kitchen, Jemma was busy cooking, while Barry poured drinks and chatted with the group.

Bethan couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips as she studied her cards.

Life with money but without a man really wasn’t so bad. She couldn’t be more satisfied.

As the game heated up, Arthur grew more irritable. “Barry, get me a bottle of ice water.”

Barry rushed to fetch it. “Here, Arthur.”

Mason pointed to a lighter across the table. Barry quickly passed it over. “Here, Mason.”

Bethan motioned toward a jacket draped on the sofa. Barry hurried to grab it and draped it over James’ shoulders. “Mr. Keating, don’t catch a chill.”

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Arthur added, “Barry, you’re going to college in Europe. I’ll cover all your expenses.”

Mason laughed, “With me around, you don’t need to worry about him.”

Barry beamed, “As long as you all eat and drink well tonight, if you get too drunk, you can crash on the floor with me.”

While the men chatted, Bethan kept her eyes glued to her cards.

Arthur said, “Bethy, once Barry starts school tomorrow, no one will be here to wait on us. Want me to hire you another servant?”

Before Bethan could reply, the doorbell rang.

Jemma went to open it. “Mr. Cavill, welcome home.”

Hugh stepped inside, dragging his suitcase-only to find a room full of men playing bridge with Bethan.

His eyes darkened immediately. He had been gone for just over two weeks, and in his absence, their home had turned into a

card den.

The others froze in shock, as if they had just seen a ghost. 476

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Bethan calmly held the eight of hearts in her hand.

Feeling the weight of Hugh’s gaze on her, she laid it on the table and said softly, “Your lead.”

Hugh’s grip on his suitcase tightened, his eyes locked on

Bethan.

He had been gone for so long, and now that he was finally back, she didn’t even get up to greet him. She still had the mood to sit here and play cards.

Sensing the tension, Jemma hurried forward to take his luggage. “Let me, Mr. Cavill.”

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The men, awkward but unbothered, went back to their game.

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