The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 507

Fifteen Years Later

Rain drummed steadily against the windows. In Greenvale, the weather always turned rainy and unbearably muggy when spring bled into summer.

Gwyneth sat at her desk, carefully sketching a new design, when a shrill voice suddenly pierced the air above her. She barely had time to look up before scalding tea splashed toward her face. She jerked back just in time, narrowly avoiding a nasty burn.

"Bill Crawford is my boyfriend. We're getting married next month. Do you have no shame, trying to steal him from me?"

Gwyneth met the woman's rather unremarkable face. She and Bill Crawford had broken up three months ago, and yet here was another one of his so-called "girlfriends" causing a scene.

In the six months she had dated Bill, Gwyneth had been ambushed by his "girlfriends" no less than fifty times, each one different from the last. This one was the most dramatic-already talking about marriage.

Calmly, Gwyneth dabbed away a few stray drops of tea from her sleeve, her expression cool and unruffled. "Sorry to disappoint you, but Bill and I broke up ages ago."

"You're lying. That can't be true. He told me you're the woman he loves most!" Pansy clung to her story, tears glinting in the corners of her eyes.

Really?

Gwyneth nearly laughed out loud. The love of his life? If Bill Crawford could even remember her name after three months, she'd eat her hat.

blocked contacts, found

voice oozed

shoved the phone into Pansy's hand.

Crawford-❞ Pansy started, her voice

nauseous.

Pansy momentarily speechless. What followed was a babbling stream of excuses Bill directed at

word. With one

Bill called from a new number, but Gwyneth didn't bother to answer. Her boss was

her

She smiled faintly. "I

across his features. "I'll see

smile played on Gwyneth's lips, the beauty mark beneath her eye adding a touch of mischief. "Whatever you

or less-it didn't matter

abroad, her darling mother had deposited thirty thousand into her account every month without fail. At

how much money was sitting

mother asked if she wanted

a child, she hadn't understood much. But as she grew up and watched her