The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 846

She had no time to react before she was submerged, swept into the vast, open sea by the relentless tide.

At that moment, the sound of fireworks erupted behind them. Patti Yale had bought a massive pile of them and was setting them off on the beach—the same ones from her trunk that had looked like explosives.

“A one-hundred-and-twenty-five-million-dollar deal. Don’t you think that’s worth a grand celebration?” Patti Yale toasted herself, taking a swig of her drink. She stomped across the sand, leaving a trail of footprints only to watch the incoming tide wash them away, leaving no trace.

For three hours, Patti Yale set off fireworks on the beach, drinking and spiraling into a frenzy while her bodyguards stood in a stoic line, their gazes fixed on her with professional indifference.

After being forced into the ocean, Gwyneth immediately tried to save herself. But she quickly realized the bodyguard who had tied her up never intended for her to survive. The knots were tied impossibly tight; it was a sailor’s knot, and the more she struggled, the more it constricted around her.

A wave crashed over her, then another. She fought to break the surface, but just as she’d manage to get her head above water for a precious half-second of air, a massive wave would slam down, plunging her back into the depths.

Again and again she struggled, her strength waning with each attempt. The strain on her body was immense, especially with the two babies in her womb. After inhaling mouthfuls of saltwater, her consciousness began to fade.

“Mom… Dad…” Gwyneth murmured, the names of Victoria and McNeil escaping her lips. Her vision blurred, and her body went limp, allowing the seawater to flood her system.

She was going to die here. She was sure of it. Her life flashed before her eyes, scene by scene, like a movie reel.

She thought about her two greatest regrets: never seeing her father wake up, and never getting the chance to meet her two unborn children.

Her desperate struggle gave way to resignation. She was so tired, so exhausted. All she wanted was to rest.

As she sank deeper, she suddenly felt something wrap around her waist, pulling her upward.

A voice, both familiar and distant, called her name over and over. “Gwyn, you have to hold on. Don’t you dare die. I’m here with you. I won’t let you die. Don’t forget, we have our children. We’re getting married at the end of the year.”

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