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 from an

Date me and you can have anything you want. Why

it was obviously

blocking his number-he never seemed like the type to chase after old flames, not with all his money and power. This had

she ignored the message, he couldn't

none of your applications are getting a reply? In Greenvale, if I blacklist you, you won't find work

arrogance, the childish

out of whatever cash you have left, you'll miss the days you had me, Gwyn. Be good, swallow your pride, come back

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

through enough to buy out

question for now. And, as if

home? Your mother misses you. You've been away for so many years; you can't stay gone

an undercurrent of worry in her

six-year-old wouldn't understand, but Gwyneth's guilt over her father's accident had carved itself deep into her heart. The once-proud and spirited girl had

her face, and

tried

to open

Mr. Lyndon, whom she liked, their conversations stayed carefully away

built walls around her heart. Chris and Celia could sense their sister's love, but she

traveled all over the world. While others hurried home for holidays, she avoided

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

faint smile crossed her lips, tinged with

busy," she told Emily. "I probably won't