Chapter 446-The Jezebel Caught Him
Gigi:
Some people claimed they’d been there that night and had witnessed the commotion themselves.
According to them, Ragnar had come out of Verity’s hut at one point, only to return inside afterward.
Someone even claimed that when he’d first emerged, he was still putting on his shirt.
And looking at the beach dress Verity had been wearing, I couldn’t help thinking the worst.
Then there was something else.
Something I couldn’t stop staring at.
Ragnar’s pants.
There was a noticeable bulge at his crotch.
He’d been hard while talking to her.
I felt as though my head was about to explode.
Pressing a hand against my forehead, I struggled to steady my breathing, drawing in one deep, heavy breath after another as my mind raced through everything I’d just seen.
I didn’t even notice when Jaguar opened the car door to check on me.
It was only when a rush of cold air brushed against my face that I finally turned toward him.
"What’s going on? Is everything okay?" Jaguar asked, his concern evident.
I slowly shifted in my seat, turning toward the open door until both my legs were hanging outside the car.
Theodore had joined him, and now both brothers stood in front of me, watching anxiously.
For a moment, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
Then, in a broken voice, I finally let the words slip from my lips.
"Ragnar and Verity are having an affair."
The moment those words left my mouth, both brothers stepped away from my car.
"Gigi, what are you talking about?" Theodore was the first to question me, while Jaguar’s hands slowly curled into fists.
"Look at this," I urged, turning my phone toward them. "Watch these clips and tell me if you don’t find any of this strange. Read the comments. And look at this one!"
I scrolled through the comments until I found a GIF someone had made of Ragnar and Verity.
It showed him emerging from her room while still pulling on his shirt.
And that wasn’t even the only footage circulating online.
The brothers practically snatched my phone, and Theodore immediately pulled out his own to search for the videos.
Meanwhile, Jaguar stood there with trembling hands, scrolling through one clip after another.
I could see him growing increasingly panicked, almost as though he was on the verge of having a panic attack.
Because those videos were awful.
One clip in particular showed Verity running at full speed while Ragnar chased after her.
He repeatedly tried to stop her, following her until she reached her hut, and then practically forced his way inside after her.
Something about that made me deeply uncomfortable.
Ragnar had never shown that kind of aggression toward me.
But strangely enough, it wasn’t even the worst part.
The video that bothered me most was the one where Ragnar was laughing at something Verity had said.
And not just laughing.
He was laughing so openly, so heartily, that I barely recognized him.
I’d never seen Ragnar laugh like that before.
The way he looked at her, the way his laughter came so naturally, and that strange adoration in his eyes made it seem as though he genuinely enjoyed every word coming out of her mouth.
And judging by the shocked expressions on Theodore’s and Jaguar’s faces, they’d noticed it too.
"What the fuck is this?" Theodore demanded, turning toward Jaguar as though his brother might somehow have an explanation.
"These videos are going viral, and everyone’s talking about them. They’re fucking shipping Ragnar and Verity together!" I cried, burying my face in my hands and shaking my head.
"Come to think of it, remember that day when Verity ran out of Ragnar’s room?" Theodore suddenly spoke up.
I slowly lowered my hands.
The brothers were exchanging an intense look, seemingly forgetting I was standing right beside them.
"When Verity came running out of his room and Ragnar was naked? She was telling him to stop chasing her, or something like that," Theodore reminded Jaguar.
I felt as though the ground had been pulled out from beneath my feet.
"Wait, what?" I blurted out, barely able to catch my breath. "She was in his room? Ragnar was naked, and she was running away from him?"
The questions spilled out of me in one frantic breath.
Only then did the brothers seem to remember I was still there.
Both immediately straightened their backs.
"I’m going to confront them," I declared.
I’d barely finished speaking when Jaguar suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"No, not like this," he insisted. "Neither of them is going to admit to anything. We need to figure out what’s really going on first. What if all of this turns out to be a misunderstanding or just a series of coincidences? We’ll end up ruining our relationships over something that might not even be true."
The way Jaguar was holding my arm made me realize just how badly his hand was trembling, and I couldn’t help feeling a strange sense of disbelief.
Did he really love Verity that much? Was the mere thought of her cheating on him with his own brother enough to leave him in such a state?
That wasn’t fair, to be honest.
But what could I possibly do? At this point, I had little choice but to go along with what they were saying.
"Then how are we supposed to find out?" I questioned.
There was one thing I simply refused to believe, though. Ragnar couldn’t possibly be the one pursuing Verity.
She must have been trying to seduce him.
Perhaps Ragnar had even reprimanded her for it, which would explain why he’d been ignoring her in the office earlier.
Whatever the truth was, I certainly wasn’t going to end my relationship with Ragnar over this.
But I desperately hoped Theodore and Jaguar would reconsider theirs with Verity.
"What do you two think staying quiet is going to accomplish? Those videos must have reached them by now, too," I pointed out.
The moment I said that, Jaguar released my arm.
"Then we’ll have to catch them red-handed. For now, we should pretend we don’t believe any of these videos," Theodore suggested.
"Yeah, because I just can’t bring myself to believe Verity would do something like this," Jaguar admitted.
I immediately narrowed my eyes at both of them.
"So you think Ragnar is capable of it instead? How can you two do this? How can you defend that girl instead of standing by your own brother?"
As soon as I began questioning them, I noticed the ugly looks that crossed their faces, and it genuinely hurt to see them looking at me that way.
What had Verity done to these two?
How had she managed to gain so much control over them that they were willing to doubt their own brother before questioning her?
"Look, I already told you we’ll handle this," Theodore insisted. "We just need to catch them red-handed, preferably when they’re alone together."
The moment those words left his mouth, my heart began racing.
What if Verity actually succeeded in seducing Ragnar before we could do anything about it?
No.
I couldn’t let that happen.