The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 657

Chapter 657

Once in his life, he had allowed himself to trust a woman completely, to believe every word she said. In the end, he realized he was nothing more than a background character in her little game. How ridiculous.

Patti Yale flinched at the harshness in his voice, the fear in her eyes making Hawthorne rein himself in a little.

"Hawthorne, I know I was wrong before. Please, forgive me—"

She clung to his hand, on the verge of tears.

The ice in Hawthorne's eyes hadn't thawed, but his tone softened.

"It's like you said—it's all in the past. Let's not bring it up again."

He looked at her. "So, you called me here for breakfast?"

Tears sparkled in Patti Yale's eyes, but when she saw he had no intention to blame her, her sorrow faded a little.

I still remember all your favorites-I made everything just the way you like. Come,

the hand, beaming with pride as she led him to the dining table. Local

the trash beside the table, noticing the corner of a white receipt

got up at five to get everything ready. I woke up and you

his hand to her chest, right over her pounding heart. Hawthorne jerked his hand away, as if he'd touched something

made

the same shy guy from years ago, huh?" she teased. "Don't tell me you're still a virgin,

replying in a calm, flat

wasn't joking, and Patti

looked awkward. She'd always assumed Hawthorne would stay faithful to her—after all, he

delicious.

Patti Yale's flirtations. Talk like that, first thing in the morning, was enough to turn

started because Gwyneth needed something to settle her stomach, so he'd asked the housekeeper to

in Greenvale. But, you know, with my family's standing, there's no way they'd

the proud air of

Hawthorne took a slow sip

family, Patti Yale

listened, silent and attentive, never