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.

was like stone. Hawthorne realized

office. Leonie

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

pulling it off the easel after gazing at it for a

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

housekeeper answered the door.

telling her to spend

was supposed to be at the office. Something felt

but there was no

either. That

drive off earlier. She figured Gwyneth

dialed Hawthorne. "Uncle, Gwyneth's gone. I can't find her

Hawthorne, Patti Yale was perched on the edge of her seat, straining to overhear his phone call above the café's chatter. She couldot

Everhart?"

she was

eyes darkened. Patti's phone buzzed

everything she wanted to say, but