The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 721

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.

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