The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 511

Gwyneth stood behind a pine tree, shrouded in the faintest light, watching the two figures struggling ahead of her.

“I told you to come out here with me, and you did. Don’t pretend you’re not interested,” the man sneered, his voice low and grating. “We’re both adults. Why act coy? There’s nobody around for miles—doesn’t the thrill of the wild excite you? Now quit stalling and take your clothes off—”

The man tried to pull the woman closer. Gwyneth understood the situation now: a man and a woman hiking up the mountain together, but while the man clearly had other intentions, the woman seemed clueless, probably thinking he’d just invited her for a simple hike.

Gwyneth hadn’t planned to get involved, but this was the only trail up the mountain, and the girl was obviously uncomfortable. With a quick decision, Gwyneth cupped her hands around her mouth and let out an eerie owl’s call that echoed through the night, chilling and unnatural.

She picked up a fist-sized rock, took aim by the meager starlight, and hurled it at the man. The stone struck him squarely on the forehead.

“Who the hell— Who threw that?”

The woman seized the moment, landed a solid kick right between the man’s legs, and as he doubled over in pain, Gwyneth dashed forward, grabbed the girl’s hand, and pulled her into a sprint up the trail.

The girl, startled to find anyone else here at all, relaxed only when she saw Gwyneth was another woman. Clasping hands, the two of them ran for their lives toward the summit.

What should have been an hour’s climb, they finished in forty minutes.

Gwyneth was in peak shape, but the other girl was running on adrenaline alone. When they finally reached the top, just as the first streaks of dawn split the sky with scarlet light, the girl collapsed onto the ground, breathless and unable to move.

At the summit, Gwyneth realized they weren’t alone—dozens of people had gathered here to watch the sunrise. The crowd offered safety; danger was left somewhere down the mountain.

“Thank you.”

Only now did the girl get a good look at Gwyneth’s face—and she stared in astonishment.

“Vivian?”

But… the age didn’t seem right.