The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 510

Gwyneth Langford woke early that morning and made herself a quick breakfast— two fried eggs and a glass of milk. She'd just taken a bite of toast when the

doorbell rang.

She went to answer it, surprised to find her landlady standing on the doorstep.

Letting her in, Gwyneth tried to figure out what this was about. Her lease hadn't expired; she'd paid all her bills on time. Why show up so suddenly?

"Miss Langford, I'm terribly sorry, but my son recently got engaged and they need a place to live, so we won't be able to renew the lease. I'll refund you the rest of your rent, of course."

The landlady looked suitably apologetic, but Gwyneth couldn't shake the feeling that this was all a little too convenient. She'd been job hunting for weeks with no luck, and now, suddenly, she was being kicked out? There was only one person she could think of behind this-Bill Crawford.

"Alright," Gwyneth said briskly, holding out her phone for the landlady to scan and refund the remaining rent.

"I'm sorry, Miss Langford, but could you possibly move out today?" the landlady pressed. Now that the money was transferred, she didn't bother to hide her impatience. Gwyneth doubted this had anything to do with her son needing a place; more likely, she just wanted to get another tenant in as soon as possible.

Gwyneth didn't argue. "No problem."

and finished her simple breakfast. Then she packed a few clothes-leaving

at the Greenvale Grand Hotel, sliding a sleek black card across

to book ten nights," Gwyneth

the receptionist asked, clearly aware that anyone with a card like

politely. "No need for anything extravagant.

little disappointed,

hundred thousand for ten nights—a small fortune for

hiking gear online a weatherproof jacket, lightweight trekking poles, and a one-person tent. If she couldn't find a job

go

sunrise, drink from cold springs, and breathe in the crisp, clean

way his reach could extend into the Langford family's hotels in Greenvale. The Langford Group guarded their clients' privacy fiercely-unless her own mother demanded

thing-and honestly, she'd never thought much of him anyway. Even the spoiled

spent the night at the hotel, then left at three in the morning, catching a

of Mount Wyvernrest. With a lantern in hand and her tent

shoulder, she started

its spectacular sunrises. Over the years, so many hikers had climbed up in the pre-

an hour, Gwyneth reached a scenic overlook.