Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 11

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Summary for Chapter 11: Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt

Chapter 11 – Highlight Chapter from Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt

Chapter 11 is a standout chapter in Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt by Stevie, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.

"Mr. Shepard, please don't argue with Cynthia on my account and make a spectacle of us. This is all my fault—I shouldn't have come here in the first place. I'll leave right away."

Father Benedict's brow furrowed, his hand on the divider wavering for a moment.

Cynthia rose from her seat.

His stern expression immediately snapped back into place. He'd known Cynthia would never embarrass him in public, and to spare her discomfort, he was prepared to have Giselle leave.

But Cynthia simply stepped forward, reached up, and locked the divider with a sharp click, cutting off his view.

"Cynthia!"

A man's voice thundered angrily from the next suite.

Cynthia's face remained unreadable as she returned to her seat.

Jocelyn followed with a satisfied smile, sitting down beside her.

"I thought you'd go over there with him," Jocelyn teased.

Cynthia kept her eyes on the auction stage, her tone cool. "Do you think I'm that desperate?"

Picking up on Cynthia's low spirits, Jocelyn leaned in and slung an arm around her, pressing her cheek playfully to Cynthia's.

"Of course not. At most, you just had terrible taste for a few years."

Cynthia rolled her eyes, unable to help a faint smile.

The auction was due to start in a few minutes, but the commotion next door showed no sign of dying down.

Giselle's soft sobs could be heard.

"This is all my fault," she sniffled. "I caused Mr. Shepard and Miss Tremaine to quarrel. I should go apologize to Miss Tremaine in person, explain there's nothing between Mr. Shepard and me."

No one else dared speak. Only Father Benedict responded, his tone icy.

"That won't be necessary."

The auction entered its opening preview.

Giselle's stifled weeping still drifted through the wall from time to time.

Eventually, the head of the auction staff knocked at Benedict's suite.

"Mr. Shepard, we've received complaints that your suite is too noisy and it's disturbing the auction. Please, for everyone's sake, keep the noise down. I hope you all find something you love today."