The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 677

Hawthorne paused, phone in hand, a flicker of confusion on his face. What was Patti Yale doing at the exhibition today? Weren't they supposed to go on the last day, as agreed?

"There are staff there—I'll just let them know," Patti said, glancing at Gwyneth with a hint of challenge in her eyes.

"Some lady claimed to be Mrs. Everhart. She was fierce seriously, is that really your husband? She threatened to call the cops on me," Patti added, lips curling into a provocative smile.

Hearing Hawthorne's voice coming through the phone made something ache deep in Gwyneth's chest, a pain sharper and more humiliating than the moment she'd dropped the jade hairpin. It was unmistakably Hawthorne-no doubt about it. So was she really going to keep pretending this woman had nothing to do with him?

Gwyneth waited, expecting the man on the other end to explain, but all she got was the click of a dropped call.

Patti looked disgruntled, while the exhibition manager by Gwyneth's side suddenly received a call of his own.

"Yes, of course, Mr. Everhart. Understood." He hung up and hurried over to Patti Yale, bowing his head respectfully. "I apologize, Miss Yale. Mr. Everhart says you're free to take as many photos as you like. We were in the wrong earlier."

Gwyneth swayed slightly, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on her. She'd just announced her identity in front of all these people, only to have Hawthorne publicly undermine her with a single call. Why had he left her to deal with this mess? Was he trying to humiliate her on purpose?

She just couldn't understand. They hadn't known each other long, but Hawthorne had always treated her so well. She refused to believe he'd betray her like this.

her phone back and tossing her long, dark hair. "Hawthorne says I can take

a satisfied smirk, Patti turned and strode away, leaving a trail of awkward silence in

happened?" one of Gwyneth's colleagues from the game development

his mistress in front of his wife? They've only just gotten

to

his voice low. “Maybe she saved Mr Everhart's

something otherwise

you explain it?" s

calm. She forced a smile. "Once we finish the exhibition, dinner's on me. Let's not

one believed that any new bride could be so unfazed after such a scene, no matter how composed

Gwyneth replied, her smile unwavering. "I trust my

staff badge and handed

He knew she was here. So he

hanging over them,

do about this?" the manager