The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 752

Gwyneth couldn't believe he was calling her while he was with another woman.

Her first instinct was to hang up, just as she always did, but she stopped herself. She had to get back to Greenvale to deal with the pregnancy. Steeling her nerves, she answered.

For the first time in ages, Gwyneth actually picked up. Hawthorne was surprised, but a wave of relief and happiness washed over him.

"Gwyn?"

Her voice was so cold it could freeze bone. "I'm not calling for any particular reason, and I hope I didn't interrupt anything important. You asked when I was coming back to Greenvale. I was thinking in the next day or two. Can you send someone to pick me up?"

Hawthorne was momentarily confused. She wanted to come back?

"When do you want to come? I can send someone right away," he said, his voice trembling slightly. Gwyneth knew the longer she stayed in Starfall City, the more likely her grandfather would find out about the pregnancy.

"The sooner, the better."

Hawthorne didn't know what had changed her mind, but he was ecstatic. His hand holding the phone was shaking.

"Okay. I'll head over right now."

His voice was filled with an undisguised joy, as if he wanted to fly to her side that very instant and pull her into his arms.

Gwyneth hung up after giving her reply. She took a deep breath, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach. Two little lives were inside her. What was she going to do?

Gwyneth had already packed all her things and was waiting for Hawthorne. As the jet landed on the lawn, she was bracing herself for the awkward encounter, only to see his assistant, Hans, disembark. Hawthorne was nowhere in sight.

"Ms. Everhart, Mr. Everhart sent me to bring you home."

Any lingering hope Gwyneth might have had shattered into a million pieces. Before, he had at least put on a show. Now, it seemed Hawthorne couldn't even be bothered to pretend.

Hans looked guilty as he spoke, but Gwyneth didn't bother to call him out on it. She didn't even ask what important matter had kept Hawthorne from coming himself. If she was smart, she'd know. He was with Patti Yale, the two of them joined at the hip at the office. He was probably too busy being lovey-dovey with his mistress to spare a thought for her.

Gwyneth boarded the plane with Hans. As it ascended into the clouds, the houses below shrank into tiny matchboxes before disappearing entirely.

Her mind was heavy with thoughts. She waited until she was far from Starfall City before calling Victoria Turner, wanting to avoid a barrage of questions.