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."

they'd met, they'd never shared a quiet meal, just the two of them. Their first meal together had been at Leonie's house; the next was at her grandfather's. They'd never had a

front of a French bistro-romantic, softly lit,

giving them privacy without cutting them off from the lively cityscape

peeled the shrimp for her. She noticed, with a flicker of surprise, a plain gold

isn't it?"

his pocket, he produced a small

both. But I thought

It was petite, understated, and exquisite. Nowhere near as dazzling as the

diamond from her own

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

admired it from every angle, liking it