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.

stone. Hawthorne realized there was no reasoning

heading to the office. Leonie will be here

the nightstand her copy of the divorce agreement was gone.

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

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

left them all behind-except

housekeeper answered the door. Leonie burst in and immediately asked,

had called, telling her to spend the day

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

Gwyneth all last night, but there

morning either. That

said, having seen Gwyneth drive off earlier. She figured Gwyneth had just

dialed Hawthorne. "Uncle, Gwyneth's gone. I

above the

Everhart?" Patti asked with

at the gallery, some woman said she was your

buzzed in

everything she wanted to say, but the call interrupted