The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 739

Connecting all the dots, Gwyneth suddenly realized that his “important business” in Greenvale back then must have been related to Patti Yale as well. A man juggling two women, trying to cater to both of them… he certainly had his hands full.

Gwyneth put her spoon down, her eyes cold as she looked at Hawthorne. “I won’t be going back to Greenvale with you. As long as you come up with a suitable excuse, you can go wherever you please.”

In Starfall City, she couldn’t stand the suffocating atmosphere. In Greenvale, she couldn’t stand the memories of her own deception. Suddenly, Gwyneth felt that in this vast world, there was no place left for her.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back with me? Don’t forget, we still have another wedding ceremony to hold during the New Year’s Day. You’ll have to go then anyway.”

A barely perceptible, ironic smile touched Gwyneth’s lips. “I know. You don’t need to remind me, Mr. Everhart. Since you helped me out by marrying me here in Starfall City, I will naturally return the favor and marry you in Greenvale. I’ll ‘help’ you one last time.”

Hearing the resentment in her voice, Hawthorne knew she had misunderstood again.

“Gwyn, we didn’t get married as part of some contract, nor was it some charade to deceive others. Do you remember why we got together in the first place?”

Gwyneth let out a desolate laugh. “Hawthorne, are you still not done playing the emotional card? You, of all people, should know exactly why we got together.”

She had been with him because she had found a sense of being cherished that she had never experienced before. Perhaps that was what people called love. But after getting their marriage license, she discovered she wasn’t his only woman, not even his only wife. In the old days, she would have been the official wife, and the woman on the outside would have been called a concubine.

And now he had the audacity to ask if she knew why they had married?

Gwyneth suddenly felt she had been far too naive, believing that he loved her, that she was his one and only.

She set down her silverware and wiped her lips with a napkin, her dark eyes filled with mockery. “So, why did we get married?”

Gwyneth tossed the napkin into the trash. “Mr. Everhart, why don’t you answer that question for me?”

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