The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 678

Was Victoria just as helpless back then as Gwyneth felt now?

There was a difference, though. Today, it was strangers laughing at Gwyneth's misfortune; back then, the one mocking Victoria had been her own daughter. What must she have felt? How did she bear it and move on?

Whenever anyone worried about Gwyneth, she'd force a cheerful smile and pretend nothing was wrong.

"Come on, let's see what we haven't explored yet. There's still more to see."

But the rest of the afternoon dragged on, everyone's spirits noticeably dampened. In one of the other galleries, they ran into Patti Yale, who-as expected-was wandering around, snapping pictures with her phone.

She clearly saw Gwyneth, but acted as if she were invisible, casting a sideways look of disdain before moving on.

When they left the exhibition, Gwyneth made her way to her Ferrari, rapping her knuckles lightly on the car's sleek hood.

"Anyone want to ride shotgun? It's not every day you get Mrs. Everhart as your chauffeur."

Her lighthearted joke lifted the mood instantly.

Everyone scrambled to claim the coveted passenger seat, but there was only one spot available-sports cars weren't exactly known for roomy backseats.

In the end, they had to settle it with rock-paper-scissors. Watching the group get so serious about it, Gwyneth found herself genuinely amused and couldn't help but laugh.

the passenger seat, grinning as

really nothing like

the Langford family's wealth rivaled royalty, and Mrs. Everhart's name carried its own legend. But

she didn't have a trace of

kept such a low profile that people often mistook her for a fresh- faced grad, more like

guessed someone like her led a double life

laughed. "We're all human. Why act so

in Greenvale here, nobody recognized her, nobody treated her like the Langford heiress, and she could talk

after learning who Gwyneth really was. But after a few minutes of chatting, she slipped right back

all the way to the restaurant. Of

not to pry about Gwyneth

arrived,

the prices-she

more than

recognized the labels and couldn't hide

the wine alone came to over a hundred thousand. Soon, the food started arriving-Maine lobster, king crab,

the most expensive dishes. The restaurant manager, noticing she wasn't a regular, approached

with an order of this size, we'll need to settle the bill in advance." Gwyneth smiled graciously. "Of course. Here, just charge this

handed over the black card Hawthorne had given her, making no