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.

over her shoulder, snatching her phone back and tossing her long, dark hair. "Hawthorne says I can

turned and strode away, leaving

colleagues from the game development team whispered, bewildered.

really just side with his mistress in front of his

has to

colleague leaned in, his voice

otherwise how

you explain it?" s

smile. "Once we finish the exhibition,

coworkers exchanged worried glances. No one believed that any new bride could be so unfazed after such a

"I trust my husband will have

slowly unclipped her staff badge and

was here. So he had no intention of explaining

them, nobody felt like

about this?" the manager asked, holding