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.

won climbed into the passenger seat, grinning as

nothing

family's wealth rivaled royalty, and Mrs. Everhart's name carried its own legend. But none of them had ever pictured

didn't have a trace of arrogance about

the office, she kept such a low profile that people often mistook her for a fresh-

guessed someone like her led a double

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

could talk to anyone without the weight of expectations No one tiptoed around her, afraid of saying the wrong

Gwyneth really was. But after a few minutes

joked all the way to

to pry about Gwyneth and

arrived, the others

at the prices-she simply ordered several

wine that cost more than most

in the group recognized the labels and couldn't hide their

a hundred thousand. Soon, the food started arriving-Maine lobster,

expensive dishes. The restaurant

the

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