The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 579

Gwyneth had woken up at the crack of dawn to get their marriage license. The

drive from the old estate to City Hall took over an hour, and in the rush, she hadn't even managed to grab breakfast.

Victoria and her grandfather had insisted on coming along, but Hawthorne had put his foot down. "It's not the SATS. We can handle this ourselves."

No one wanted to be the third wheel on the newlyweds' big day.

That single remark left both Thorpe and Victoria red-faced.

Gwyneth, gently twisting the hem of her shirt, spoke softly, "Grandpa, Mom, you two should stay home. We'll be back before you know it."

As their car passed a restaurant, Hawthorne glanced over. "Are you hungry? Let's grab brunch while we're out."

around the estate, he was looking forward to a meal alone with Gwyneth. It struck him that since they'd met, they'd never shared a quiet meal, just the two of them.

pulled up in front of a French bistro-romantic, softly lit,

semi-private booth, giving them privacy without cutting them

with a flicker of

a matching set, isn't it?" she asked

into his pocket, he produced a small box. Inside was a delicate

bought both. But I thought a diamond would

little ring. It was petite, understated, and exquisite. Nowhere near as dazzling as the diamond she currently wore-but

the ring, then handed it back to him, slipping the diamond from her

hand, sliding the simple band onto her finger. Somehow, it fit perfectly, as if it had

angle, liking