The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 575

Hawthorne shot Thorpe a cool glance. "Nothing? He did plenty, more than you can imagine."

It all started that year, right after the championship. The Langford Group began hounding the Everhart family, nearly destroying a legacy built over a century.

Chris and Celia rarely got to hear their mother discuss their father with anyone else. They especially loved the parts about their parents' romance. Their older sister always claimed Mom and Dad were hopelessly in love—a couple straight out of a fairy tale.

Thorpe sighed. "Back then, Vicky and McNeil had just gotten divorced-"

"Divorced?"

Chris and Celia blurted it out in unison, wide-eyed as they turned to look at Gwyneth.

Victoria immediately dropped her gaze. She'd always insisted in front of the kids that she and McNeil were the picture of marital bliss, till death do them part.

"Oh, that. Just the usual little arguments every couple has."

Thorpe realized he'd let something slip and tried to cover it up, chuckling awkwardly. "Not important, really. Ha—"

expression

McNeil

nearly razed overnight. His parents both died not long after. The Everhart legacy was left teetering

came out in a whisper, barely audible. "I'm sorry. I truly

would have done

help but gloat a little. "Dad probably just loved Mom too much. He saw you giving her flowers and thought you were

"Chris-"

through the tension,

grew even darker. He pressed his lips together, and the atmosphere in the room dropped

sweat appeared on Victoria's forehead. For the first time, she shot a warning

didn't care. He met Hawthorne's

steal Mom from Dad, but now Hawthorne was trying to take his sister

trying to lighten the mood. "Well, Hawthorne, you can't blame us too

a

wife? Thorpe must think he was

affairs-hardly a secret. Thorpe still had the nerve to pretend