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.

fifth day when a

get back together. Date me and you can have anything you want. Why bother working

need to guess; it was obviously from Bill Crawford,

the type to chase after old flames, not with all his money and

she ignored the message, he couldn't help himself and sent

a reply? In Greenvale, if

arrogance, the childish

days you

stared at those three words. Love. The word made her

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

the question for now. And, as if on cue, her

you coming home? Your mother misses you. You've been away for so many years;

was an undercurrent of worry in her

had carved itself deep into her heart. The once-proud and spirited girl had become

left her face, and as she grew older, she

tried

refused to open

whom she liked, their

heart. Chris and Celia could sense their sister's love,

Gwyneth had traveled all over the world. While others

Greenvale for its slow pace and scenic charm; here, she could escape the realities she wasn't ready to face. Here, she

smile crossed her lips, tinged with

she told Emily. "I probably won't make it