The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel 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.

Gwyneth’s face was like stone. Hawthorne realized there was no reasoning with her today.

“I’m heading to the office. Leonie will be here soon.”

After Hawthorne left, Gwyneth checked the nightstand—her copy of the divorce agreement was gone. She’d have to write up another.

She began packing her things, keeping it simple: just the essentials. When she entered the study, she noticed all the art supplies Hawthorne had bought for her were still untouched.

She took nothing but the portrait she’d painted of Hawthorne, pulling it off the easel after gazing at it for a moment.

As for the paints he’d given her, she left them all behind—except for her favorite ultramarine blue.

When Leonie arrived, the housekeeper answered the door. Leonie burst in and immediately asked, “Where’s Gwyn?”

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