The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 631

Marcus couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about his nephew today—every word out of Connor’s mouth seemed barbed, laced with hidden jabs.

“So, Gwyn, what brings you to Greenvale?” Marcus asked, genuinely puzzled. He’d expected Gwyneth to stay put in Starfall City.

Since it was rare for old friends to meet up, Marcus invited her out to a café. Leonie, determined to keep an eye on her uncle’s friends and with her usual stubbornness, insisted on coming along.

Naturally, Hans tagged along too.

Marcus didn’t mind.

“I’m getting married,” Gwyneth announced.

Marcus set his cup down on its saucer with a sharp clink.

“No wonder,” he said. “Word’s all over Greenvale. Mr. Everhart’s got the papers signed and the wedding’s set for the end of the year.”

Gwyneth had thought only the family knew—but apparently Hawthorne had managed to make it Greenvale’s hottest gossip.

She just nodded. There was no need to elaborate. What she really wanted was news of Max.

“He’s not quite the same as he used to be,” Gwyneth ventured, choosing her words carefully.

Marcus didn’t hide the truth. “He had a bad accident—was street racing with a rough crowd back then. He was still a kid. I tried to get him away from all that, but before I could, he crashed.”

Marcus’s tone was calm, but only he knew the despair that had swallowed him the day he saw Max lying in a pool of his own blood. He’d been there when his sister and brother-in-law died too, and only Max survived—barely, drenched in red.

As Gwyneth listened, she felt herself swept back to that grim moment, a chill creeping through her chest.

“And after?” she managed, her hand trembling.

“After surgery, he seemed to forget everything—even his parents’ deaths. So I lied to him. Told him his mom and dad moved far away, that they didn’t really care for him. He never missed them, never mourned—just carried a quiet resentment instead.”

Marcus didn’t regret rewriting Max’s memories. Better a little anger than the agony of loss and guilt. Some memories were too cruel to keep.

Gwyneth couldn’t quite describe how she felt—just an aching sympathy for Max.

“So, how did you two run into each other?” Marcus asked, a little surprised.

Marcus just glanced at Connor—no reprimand, no reaction.

Connor stuck a cigarette between his lips, staring at Gwyneth. “Come on, tell me about us as kids.”

Gwyneth hesitated. Marcus, for his part, had no desire to revisit the past. All these years, he’d never dated anyone—and only he knew why.

Marcus took a sip of coffee. “You lost a game to Gwyn, but overall you were good to her. We kind of hoped you two would end up together, but honestly, you always just saw Gwyn as a kid sister.”

Connor absorbed the gist of it. Meanwhile, Leonie clung to Gwyneth protectively.

“What, am I invisible here? My aunt is married—married!” she declared, determined to keep her uncle’s world in order.

Connor’s fascination with Gwyneth was gone now. People only find others mysterious and alluring when there’s so much they don’t know. Get too close, and the magic’s gone—something else takes its place.

“Relax,” someone said with a smile. “No one’s trying to steal your uncle’s bride.”