Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 680

Chapter 680

Chapter 680

Gwen’s POV

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The air outside hit my face like a cold slap when I stepped out of the event building. It wasn’t even a cold day, but I was burning from the inside out. Burning with anger. With adrenaline. With the shame of losing control. With a disbelief that made everything feel slightly off balance.

I kept my spine straight. Chin up. The same expression I used in meetings with men who thought I should be grateful just to be sitting at the table.

Except this time, it wasn’t a table.

It was a patrol car.

“Ms. Kensington, please,” the officer repeated. His tone wasn’t rude, but it wasn’t optional either.

I glanced around the parking lot, as if logic might be hiding somewhere between the concrete lines.

“This is… serious?” I asked, and my voice came out steadier than I felt.

“There has been a report of assault,” he replied, professional and detached. “The person who filed the report has visible injuries consistent with that claim. We need to bring you in for questioning.”

Visible injuries.

A wave of nausea rose in my throat. Consistent with what?

“It was a fight,” I said, already hating the word. “An argument that escalated. I’m hurt too.”

The officer’s gaze moved to my mouth. To the thin scratches along my forearm, now stinging as the adrenaline began to fade.

He didn’t look sympathetic. He looked like he was documenting.

“You can explain that at the station, Ms. Kensington.”

Inside the car, I closed my eyes for a moment. I thought about Nick. About Bella. About how everything always seemed to collapse at once, like life kept a checklist and took pleasure in crossing off disasters in clusters.

‘Don’t cry. Not now.’

We arrived too quickly.

Police stations don’t have glamour anywhere in the world. They all smell the same. Old paper. Metal. Contained sweat. The same low hum of voices, keyboards tapping, doors opening and closing.

I handed over my ID. Signed a form. Stated my full name, date of birth, address. With every answer, I felt like pieces of me were being reduced to lines on a page.

“Do you have an attorney?” someone asked.”

I almost laughed. The irony was sharp enough to be beautiful. I had an entire legal team, and not one of them was sitting next to

“Yes,” I said. “But that won’t be necessary. It was… It was a normal fight. I just want to go home.”

The man behind the desk didn’t look up. He made a brief motion with his pen.

“Have a seat. Someone will call you.”

I sat in a hard chair beneath harsh white lighting that made everything look exhausted. Time passed in chunks. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Another fifteen. I wasn’t wearing a watch, but I could feel it in my body, the way anxiety builds and starts gnawing at

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you.

When they called my name, I stood immediately.

They led me to a small room with a table, two chairs, and a recorder. I couldn’t help thinking of those ridiculous movie scenes

where the innocent person says, “I want a lawyer,” and the whole room shifts.

I wasn’t innocent.

I had hit her.

But I wasn’t the monster she was about to paint.

“Tell us what happened,” the officer said, his voice neutral in a way that felt disconnected from my reality.

I took a breath.

“I went to the event restroom,” I began slowly. “Renee was there. We argued. She provoked me. She insulted me. She made. insinuations about my life, my pregnancy, my relationship with my husband and his daughter.”

I watched his pen move, recording every word.

“Was there physical aggression?”

I held his gaze.

“There was,” I said. I hated the honesty, but I didn’t have the energy to invent something cleaner. “She provoked me. And I lost

control.”

His pen paused for a fraction of a second.

“How did you react?”

Heat rose to my face, this time not from anger but from pure humiliation.

“I… hit her.” The word came out flat. “I don’t have a history of this. I’m not…” I almost said that kind of woman, but swallowed it. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. She knows exactly where to push.”

He nodded like he had heard a thousand versions of that sentence.

“Was the area secured? Any witnesses?”

“No.” I laced my fingers together under the table. “Just the hallway cameras. They’ll show both of us going in… and they’ll show me leaving.”

“And after that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was there any damage to the property?”

I swallowed.

“No. It was… intact.”

More notes.

I signed the statement with a hand that didn’t feel like mine.

“We need to send you for a medical exam,” the officer said.

“An exam?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “I didn’t kill anyone.”

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He looked at me with the patience of someone who wasn’t living my life.

“It’s procedure. To document injuries. Including yours.”

So I went.

The hallway at the medical office had a different kind of silence. Clinical. Cold. The doctor examined the scratches on my arm, took photographs, wrote everything down. She cleaned the cut at the corner of my mouth with cotton, and the light touch hurt enough to make me close my eyes.

“Did this happen today?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you pregnant?” she asked next, her tone shifting just slightly.

I froze for a second. Until that moment, I had managed to keep the baby sealed off in a private bubble inside the chaos.

“Yes,” I answered quietly.

She added another note. Mentioned rest. Stress. “Avoiding trauma.” As if I had control over any of that.

When they brought me back to the station, I was exhausted in a way that wasn’t physical. It was mental. The feeling of being pulled by invisible strings in every direction and still having to look composed.

I sat down again and waited.

And when they finally called me forward, I already had the question prepared, a small attempt to reclaim some authority over my own life.

“Are we done?” I asked. “Can I go home now?”

The officer in front of me didn’t answer with cruelty.

He answered with routine. And that might have been the most terrifying part of all. I was just another file.

He adjusted a sheet of paper on his clipboard, checked my information like he was verifying a number, and then said with the same steady calm as before,

“Ms. Kensington, for now you’ll remain here. If you’d like, you may contact a family member to be notified. Or your attorney.”

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