The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 745

Still, she knew she had to be extremely careful. Her father was waiting in prison to be bailed out, and only by restoring the Yale family's fortune could she reclaim her life of luxury. Patti lay on her soft bed, hugging a pillow. She, too, was waiting for that day to come.

Meanwhile, in Starfall City, Gwyneth hadn’t slept a wink since Hawthorne left. Starfall City, a place that rarely saw rain, was suddenly shrouded in dark clouds the next morning.

She sat by the window, watching the rain drum against the broad leaves outside, listening to the rhythmic patter on the roof tiles. For a fleeting moment, it felt like she was back in Greenvale with Hawthorne. But the nostalgia was brief, and she quickly pulled her thoughts back to the harsh reality.

Victoria had her driver bring her over first thing in the morning. Seeing Gwyneth alone, her face hardened. “Where’s Hawthorne?” To abandon her daughter right after the wedding—it was outrageous.

“He went back to Greenvale. He had some business to take care of.” Gwyneth didn’t want her mother to worry. She had forced herself to recenter after Hawthorne’s departure. Since the rain kept her from painting in the garden, she had set up her easel on the second-floor balcony. She had only made a few strokes when Victoria arrived.

“What business could be so important? It’s only the third day of your honeymoon.”

Gwyneth looked at her mother and poured her a pot of fine oolong tea. She offered a placid smile, showing no trace of resentment or sorrow. “Mommy, Hawthorne and I were already legally married. We just came back to hold the ceremony as a formality. It’s not really a honeymoon.”

Seeing Gwyneth so composed, Victoria felt a wave of relief, but she still couldn't accept it. No matter how you looked at it, for a husband to leave his new bride on the third day was simply wrong. “If you don’t mind, what can I say? Oh, Gwyn…” Victoria felt as if her daughter had grown up overnight. It seemed like only yesterday she was a little girl, tugging on her hand and begging her to play games. Now, she was an adult, a wife, and a future mother. Time had passed too quickly, and Victoria was still struggling to adjust.

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