The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 509

Gwyneth's gaze narrowed, her eyes cool and sharp. "Name a price."

Bill Crawford blinked in confusion. "What?"

A smirk tugged at Gwyneth's lips. “I said, name a number. However much I spent on you during those months together, I'll pay it all back."

"Gwyn, I don't care about the money. What matters to me is you."

She shrugged, her voice cold and even. "Either we settle up, once and for all, or

Without warning, her knee drove straight into his, catching him off guard. Bill doubled over, pain beading sweat across his forehead.

By the time he managed to grit his teeth and recover, Gwyneth was already gone.

He watched her retreating figure, jaw clenched. "You'll come back to me," he muttered. "And when you do, I'll see how you beg for it."

Gwyneth gave herself two days off to clear her head before diving into the job hunt.

Her résumé was more than impressive-it was practically gold in the industry. Her portfolio boasted award-winning designs, international recognition, and plenty of solid experience. She sent out applications and decided to relax while waiting for replies.

But three days later, when she opened her laptop, her inbox was completely empty.

It was the exact opposite of her first time on the job market, when interview invitations had flooded in like a blizzard.

She forced herself not to panic and sent out a few more applications. Still, nothing. Not a single response. It was as if her emails had vanished into thin air.

on the fifth day when a text arrived

back together. Date me and you can have anything you want.

need to guess; it was obviously from Bill Crawford, that insufferable

flames, not with all his money and power. This had to be about control, nothing more.

she ignored the message, he couldn't

you wondered why none of your applications are getting a reply? In

his arrogance, the childish satisfaction at the thought

the days you had me, Gwyn. Be good, swallow your

at those three words. Love. The

money? Did he really think she'd blow through enough to buy out

finding work was out of the question for now. And, as if on cue, her great-

You've been away for so many years; you can't stay

was an undercurrent

a six-year-old wouldn't understand, but Gwyneth's guilt over her father's accident had carved itself

face, and as she grew older, she

tried everything,

to open

liked,

sister's love, but she was like an untouchable flower on

had traveled all over the world. While others

here, she could escape the realities she wasn't ready to face. Here, she found a

faint smile crossed her lips, tinged with

"I