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.

still remember all your favorites-I made everything just the way you

as she led him to the dining table. Local specialties from Greenvale-fresh pastries and savory bites were already set

the corner of a white receipt poking out. "You made

at five to get everything ready. I woke up and you were gone, and I've been anxious

his hand to her chest, right over her pounding heart.

only made Patti

huh?" she teased. "Don't tell me you're still a

replying

Patti Yale's confident

would stay faithful to her—after all, he used to

delicious. I

Yale's flirtations. Talk like that, first

home-he'd only started because Gwyneth needed something to

in the day, my cooking was good enough to open a restaurant in Greenvale. But, you know, with my family's standing, there's no way they'd ever let me do something like

the proud air

Hawthorne took a slow sip of

up her family,

silent and attentive,