The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 773

Meeting Hawthorne, she thought she had found the love of her life, a path to happiness. She never imagined that the sweetest nectar could also be the deadliest poison. Compared to Bill Crawford, Hawthorne was infinitely more despicable.

At least Bill's brand of scum was out in the open. He had never touched her, and she was well aware he was juggling multiple women. Bill was the type to wait for her to fall into his arms willingly, not one for elaborate schemes.

Hawthorne was different. He had known her true identity from the start, and despite the deep-seated feud between their families, he had lured an oblivious Gwyneth into a meticulously crafted web of affection from which she couldn't escape. She had been drawn to him, mesmerized by his tenderness until he consumed her thoughts day and night. She had fallen deeply in love. And then, with breathtaking cruelty, just as she had given him her heart, he revealed that he had another woman.

Hawthorne had played his hand perfectly, a master of manipulation. And she had been the fool.

Lost in thought, Gwyneth was startled by a sudden thud against her leg. She looked over to see a little boy staring at her with wide, innocent eyes. She picked up the ball he had dropped. Terrified at having hit someone, the boy was speechless. 'Is this yours?' Gwyneth asked, holding up the ball. The boy rushed forward, snatched it from her hand, and only after running a safe distance away did he turn back and stick his tongue out at her. Watching him run off, she couldn't help but give a wry smile. It seemed when it rained, it poured.

After a while, Gwyneth found a café to rest. Inside, a storyteller was weaving a local tale, a specialty of Greenvale that was hard to find in other cities. She ordered a pot of tea and a couple of small appetizers, sipping her tea as if it were wine while listening half-heartedly to the performance. Her little gluttons in her belly were a constant reminder to eat.

'Well, well, look what we have here.' A voice from the past grated on Gwyneth’s ears. She turned, her face instantly paling. Bill Crawford was standing there, his arm around a woman, smirking at her. 'I can't be seeing things, can I? Is that you, Gwyn? Oh, my mistake, I should call you Mrs. Everhart now. What are you doing here all alone? Where’s your husband? Didn’t he come with you?'

Bill released the woman beside him, giving her a pat on the rear. 'Be a doll and wait for me over there. I'll be right with you.' The woman glanced at Gwyneth, whose beauty sparked a flicker of jealousy in her eyes. 'What's wrong? Can't walk away from a pretty face?' she pouted. Bill pinched her chin. 'What pretty face? This is my ex-girlfriend. Now be good and wait for me. I'll join you after we catch up.' Though reluctant, the woman had no choice. She shot Gwyneth a venomous glare before turning and heading toward a private room.

The sight of Bill Crawford ruined Gwyneth’s appetite. She ignored him, but he slid into the seat opposite her. 'Gwyneth, I told you back then to stick with me, but you wouldn't listen. Thought you’d found yourself a real prince, huh? And look at you now. You think that Hawthorne fellow is any different from me? He's a two-timing bastard who doesn't give a damn about you. I may have had a lot of girlfriends, but at least there would've always been a place for you by my side. Why did you have to go for a guy like him?'