6
Guinevere Langford Thurmond was an enigma.
There had been a time, back when she’d first married Winston, back when she’d been so horribly insecure about her future, that being different had terrified her.
Winston was “old money,” a titled British lord with extensive properties and more money than most people could ever dream of spending. She was a small-town girl from the Poconos. Not trailer trash, but nowhere near Winston’s social status.
When they’d married, his peers had automatically assumed she was a mercenary little gold-digger, trading on his loneliness to secure herself a cushy seven-figure alimony settlement. And they’d looked down their long noses with lofty disdain.
But Gwen hadn’t breezed in and out of Winston’s life—and extensive bank accounts—the way they’d anticipate
