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.

realized there was no reasoning with her

to the office. Leonie will be here

nightstand her copy of the divorce agreement

keeping it simple: just the essentials. When she entered the study, she noticed all the art supplies Hawthorne

the portrait she'd painted of Hawthorne, pulling it

left

the door. Leonie burst

telling her to spend the

work and reonie herself was supposed to be at the office. Something felt off.

but

morning either. That had never happened

having seen Gwyneth drive off earlier. She

dialed Hawthorne. "Uncle, Gwyneth's gone.

the edge of her seat, straining to overhear his phone call above the café's chatter. She couldot quite make out everything but she

Mrs. Everhart?" Patti asked with

gallery, some woman said she was your wife and tried to

phone buzzed in her pocket-a message from

she wanted to say, but the call