Her mother had always seemed so unreasonable, making her father miserable too.
Gwyneth had even sworn that when she grew up, she would never be a woman like her mother.
But now, finding herself in the same situation, she finally understood the gut-wrenching pain.
It wasn't just the betrayal; it was the complete collapse of trust and the utter despair for the future.
The fairy-tale romance she had woven in her mind had shattered into a million pieces overnight.
It seemed that no emotional bond, no promise of a life together, could ever compete with the idealized memory of an old flame.
She considered fighting for him, but she had witnessed her mother's suffering firsthand.
To protest would be to relive that tragedy.
Yet now, for the sake of her family, she was forced to remain entangled with this man.
Gwyneth was trapped in an unprecedented spiral of conflict and heartache.
As she poured out her emotions, she failed to notice the slight twitch of McNeil's fingers on the bedsheet.
After a while, Gwyneth finally sat up and wiped her tears away.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered. "I didn't mean to say all that and make you sad. It's just... I'm really hurting."
She had never loved anyone the way she loved Hawthorne, and now she was learning how much love could hurt.
But she had responsibilities. She couldn't just follow her heart.
The patriarch's health was more important than anything.
Her marriage and her love life were already a wreck; what harm could a little more damage do?
The patriarch was the only one she had left from that generation.
He had lost count of how many he'd smoked.
When he finally saw Gwyneth emerge, he extinguished the one in his hand.
She walked past him without a word, her face an emotionless mask, and got into the car herself.
Hawthorne looked at her cold expression and said nothing.
He knew that right now, anything he said would fall on deaf ears.
They drove back to the villa the Langford patriarch had purchased in Starfall City, and Hawthorne walked her to their room.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, Gwyneth's voice stopped him.
"You should sleep in here tonight. I don't want Mom and the patriarch to know we're sleeping in separate rooms."
Hawthorne's expression didn't change. "Okay. Whatever you say."

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The readers' comments on the novel: The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge
I can’t even read this sickening story anymore, this couple didn’t even get a chance to be really happy before their marriage was torn apart. It had been dragged out long enough....
If Gwyn gets an abortion I am going to stop reading this story, I believe in pro-choice but come on. Why can't he just tell her what he is really doing with Patti instead of letting her think she is a mistress....
Why no updates? It’s been so long! Pls update....