The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 651

By the time Hawthorne stepped out of Yvette's grandfather’s house, the city lights were already blinking awake. Passing a cozy bakery, he picked up Gwyneth’s favorite pastries, planning to bring them home for her to enjoy.

Halfway back, his phone rang. Hawthorne glanced at the caller ID, and a visible shiver rippled through him.

Hans, watching from the rearview mirror, caught the change in Hawthorne’s demeanor. After a moment’s hesitation, Hawthorne answered.

“Hello—”

His voice, low and mellow, sounded just as it had years ago. Some things didn’t change.

The woman’s voice on the other end, though, seemed softer than ever, honeyed and sweet.

“Hawthorne, my flight just landed. Can you come pick me up?”

He gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The line stayed silent, the woman waiting—long enough to think the call had dropped—before Hawthorne finally replied, voice cool and distant. “Alright. Send me your location.”

He told Hans to pull over, then handed him the pastry box. “Take these to Mrs. Everhart. Tell her I’ll be out late tonight, and she doesn’t need to wait up.”

Hans took the pastries, and though Hawthorne hadn’t said a word more, he could guess who Mr. Everhart was going to see.

“Yes, sir.”

He watched as Hawthorne got out and flagged down a cab, heading off in the opposite direction from home.

Hans glanced down at the pastries in his hand, a strange and unshakable sense of guilt welling up inside him.

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