The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Connor didn't spare a glance behind him. With his entourage in tow, he strode straight out of the bar.

Meanwhile, Marcus escorted Gwyneth and Leonie home. At their door, Marcus paused and offered Gwyneth an apology on Connor's behalf.

"Don't hold his behavior against him. After losing his memories, I thought he'd change, but it turns out he's completely unrestrainable-wilder than ever, even compared to how he was back in Starfall City."

Gwyneth shook her head. "Max hasn't reached out to me all these years. I thought he just didn't want anything to do with me anymore. I never imagined he'd forgotten everything."

Marcus managed a faint smile. "Still, the two of you met again."

He studied Gwyneth's face, as if searching for someone else behind her features. After a brief silence, he finally asked, "How's your mother been these years?"

Gwyneth hesitated. Back then, she'd been too young to understand the complexities of adult relationships. Since Victoria divorced McNeil Langford, her mother hadn't been involved with anyone-not even a hint of romance.

In her memories, once Chris and Celia came along, Victoria was always busy- managing the company, raising her children, showering Gwyneth with love-she never seemed to stop.

"She's... been well, I suppose."

always seemed calm, composed,

downcast-except for that year when she was six, after that wretched woman, Violet Marchand, came into their

that, things were

hear

ask about McNeil-just watched as Gwyneth's stepfather drove away. Then

he your aunt's

head. "No,

her brows. "That's odd. Shouldn't he have

a second, then let

Green have ever liked Victoria?

launching into another

your uncle— not even close. Honestly, he doesn't have a

and Leonie were about

had been so well-protected by her family that she rarely thought before she spoke. The truth was, Max had changed so much since they were children, and that made Gwyneth

a good person—and that anyone

lot, always looking out for her. He'd been so kind.