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 with

office. Leonie

Hawthorne left, Gwyneth checked the nightstand her copy of the divorce agreement

the essentials. When she entered the study, she noticed all the art supplies

Hawthorne, pulling

paints he'd given her, she left them all

the door. Leonie burst in and immediately asked,

her to

was supposed to be at the office. Something felt

night, but there was no answer, and

That had

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

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

straining to overhear his phone call above the café's chatter. She couldot quite make out everything

something wrong, Mrs. Everhart?" Patti asked with feigned

gallery, some woman said she was your wife and tried to have security throw me out,

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

to