The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 651

Chapter 651

By the time Hawthorne stepped out of Yvette's grandfather's house, the city lights were already blinking awake. Passing a cozy bakery, he picked up Gwyneth's favorite pastries, planning to bring them home for her to enjoy.

Halfway back, his phone rang. Hawthorne glanced at the caller ID, and a visible shiver rippled through him.

Hans, watching from the rearview mirror, caught the change in Hawthorne's demeanor. After a moment's hesitation, Hawthorne answered.

"Hello"

His voice, low and mellow, sounded just as it had years ago. Some things didn't change.

The woman's voice on the other end, though, seemed softer than ever, honeyed and sweet.

"Hawthorne, my flight just landed. Can you come pick me up?"

phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The line stayed silent, the woman waiting-long enough to think the call had dropped-before Hawthorne finally replied,

pull over, then handed him the pastry box. "Take these to Mrs. Everhart. Tell her I'll be out late tonight,

though Hawthorne hadn't said a word

"Yes, sir."

a cab, heading off in the

hand, a strange and unshakable sense of guilt welling

a striking woman with a mane of glossy curls and a figure that drew stares wheeled her suitcase through the crowd. She scrolled through her phone with casual boredom, not noticing Hawthorne until he was standing

me,

in to kiss him, but Hawthorne turned his head, letting her lips brush empty

buy your ticket? Why didn't you let me know ahead of

suitcase-her luggage looked laughably light in his tall frame's grip, as if

his, the gesture so natural and

but she could

Aren't you happy

she teased. "I'm

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