The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 683

What an absurd, melodramatic situation. If this was really what Hawthorne wanted to discuss, Gwyneth could just tune him out entirely.

She had no idea where he got these twisted ideas-she almost laughed out of sheer exasperation.

"That's not what I meant..."

He'd explain everything to her when this was all over, but now wasn't the time.

Hawthorne studied her for a moment. "If you're not feeling well today, you should probably stay home. You don't look great. Should I have Leonie keep you company?"

Gwyneth's expression was icy. "That won't be necessary, Hawthorne. What I want is your signature on the divorce papers."

Hawthorne let out a weary sigh. "Gwyn, we're not getting divorced. That's just not happening."

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, but Gwyneth turned her face away, leaving no doubt that she wanted nothing to do with him.

The resolve in her eyes was unshakable-she looked like a soldier resigned to the battlefield.

Hawthorne glanced at the clock on the wall. He had an important video conference this morning, and if he didn't leave now, he'd be late.

Hawthorne realized there was no reasoning

office. Leonie will

checked the nightstand her copy of the divorce agreement was gone. She'd have to write up

the study, she noticed all the art supplies Hawthorne had

nothing but the portrait she'd painted of Hawthorne, pulling it off

for the paints he'd given her, she left them all behind-except for her favorite

answered the door. Leonie burst

telling her to

never skipped work and reonie herself was

calling Gwyneth all last night, but there was no answer, and

either. That had never

the housekeeper said, having seen Gwyneth drive off earlier. She figured Gwyneth had just gone to

"Uncle, Gwyneth's gone.

of her seat, straining to overhear his phone call above the

Mrs. Everhart?" Patti asked

"Yesterday at the gallery, some woman said she was your wife and tried to have

eyes darkened. Patti's phone buzzed in her pocket-a message from

to say, but the call interrupted