The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 711

By the time they pulled Connor from the wreckage, his car was nothing but a charred skeleton.

Gwyneth watched in horror as they loaded him onto a stretcher and into an ambulance.

She tried to follow, but his friends blocked her path.

"Get lost," one of them snarled. "Stay away from Connor. You're a jinx."

Gwyneth could only stand there, helpless, as the ambulance sped away, its sirens wailing into the distance.

The chaotic scene quickly quieted, leaving only the cleanup crew to deal with the aftermath.

The car Connor had been driving for her was towed away, one vehicle completely destroyed and the other not far behind.

Guilt gnawed at her as she stared at the empty road.

If she hadn't seen that message, she wouldn't have been distracted.

If she hadn't been distracted, Connor wouldn't have been so badly injured in a crash that nearly killed them both.

It was all her fault.

Everyone who got close to her met with misfortune.

She was a curse.

Gwyneth collapsed onto the pavement, burying her face in her hands, consumed by a wave of suffocating despair.

The once-sunny sky suddenly turned treacherous.

Dark clouds rolled in, and thunder rumbled in the distance.

A moment later, fat raindrops began to fall, splattering against her face like tiny, stinging stones.

She sat there in the downpour, numb and oblivious, letting the rain soak her to the bone, until a large black umbrella suddenly shielded her from the deluge.

A deep, magnetic voice spoke from above her. "I saw the news about an accident here. I came to check on you."

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