The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 681

She refused to follow in her parents' footsteps, and she certainly wasn't willing to blindly trust everything she saw or heard.

She wanted to give Hawthorne a chance to hear his side of the story. After all, he was her first and only man.

"Hawthorne, aren't you going to explain? Or is what that woman said actually true?"

Disappointment clouded Gwyneth's face. Even when her parents fought, they'd still defend themselves to the bitter end-so what was Hawthorne trying to say by staying silent?

"Gwyn, don't be unreasonable. You've had way too much to drink tonight; you're completely out of it. Promise me this won't happen again."

It was the first time Hawthorne had ever spoken to her in such a stern tone.

Gwyneth was stunned. People always said women were fickle, but apparently, men could be just as mercurial.

Just then, Hawthorne's phone buzzed-Hans was calling, but Gwyneth could distinctly hear a woman's voice in the background.

"Hawthorne, why aren't you here yet? My head is spinning... Why did you send Hans instead? Don't you want me anymore?"

The voice was all too familiar-one Gwyneth could never forget.

Patti Yale. The same woman who'd openly declared herself the other woman in Hawthorne's life.

"I'll be right there. Just stay put and wait for me, okay?"

Hawthorne glanced back at Gwyneth, his gaze lingering. "You're drunk, Gwyn. Try to get some sleep."

Gwyneth felt as if she'd been plunged into an icy lake. The words, the gestures, the whole scene-it was all so familiar. She'd witnessed it countless times before.

she'd merely been an observer. Now, she was the one living it. This was exactly how McNeil

if you walk out that door tonight, there's no

sat beside her and gently brushed his hand across her cheek, soft and

don't be stubborn. I'll be right back.

Gwyneth knew there was nothing she could do to

woman.

blurted out the same words

her father used to. And she... she'd become Victoria's shadow. Maybe

life. When Hawthorne finally disappeared from sight, a shadow

to Hawthorne... what did she

pulled herself upright and went to look for

been a ten-minute task-drafting the divorce papers-took her over

living that kind of life. She

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streaming down her fa

was with

s

never understood, all the pain she'd

all became clear in a single

when faced with the man she loved most, one

No matter Hawthorne's

motives whether gratitude or

moment he

began