The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 771

It wasn't just that one message. All the negative news about Patti had miraculously vanished from the internet, leaving only the favorable narratives. The web was flooded with stories romanticizing Hawthorne and Patti's past, painting them as a deeply devoted couple. There were posts about their shared love nest, matching outfits, and moments where he'd supposedly defended her honor, complete with old photos from their school days. Netizens were relentlessly resourceful; there was nothing they couldn't dig up. All the voices criticizing Patti had been completely suppressed.

Gwyneth knew this playbook all too well. In the circles of the wealthy, she'd seen it all. It was obviously the work of a hired PR team, or someone had paid to push the story to the top of the trending topics. She scrolled through for a while, feeling surprisingly detached. She had been questioning the validity of the negative posts herself, but push comes to shove, the fact remained: Hawthorne was protecting Patti, and he had cheated on Gwyneth and had a child with her.

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. It was Butler Parham. 'Ms. Everhart, your late-night snack is here.' As he brought in the food, Gwyneth quickly blanked her phone screen. In truth, Hawthorne and Patti's messy affair had little to do with her anymore.

She wasn't sure if it was the skill of Hawthorne's chef or if her pregnancy had simply given her a voracious appetite, but she devoured the entire chicken he'd sent up, drank every last drop of the broth, and finished a large bowl of noodles and side dishes as well. When she was done, she didn't feel stuffed, just deeply satisfied.

The moon seemed especially full tonight. Gwyneth gazed out the window, one hand resting on her stomach. 'Babies,' she murmured, 'if your father knew you existed, would he be happy, or—' She couldn't bring herself to finish the thought, afraid it might be bad for the pregnancy. She had been about to say, or would he not want you? The thought was unbearable.

'Gwyn—' Hawthorne began, but Gwyneth cut him off coolly. 'Don't waste your breath. I have some things to discuss with Leonie. Make yourself at home.' With that, she walked out, the sound of the closing door slamming shut on Hawthorne's heart.

He pulled a delicate jewelry box from his pocket. Inside lay a pearl necklace he had specifically come to give her. He knew the Langford family had plenty of jade, and Gwyneth wouldn't be impressed by it. He had spent a fortune on this pearl necklace at an auction, but she had walked away without a second glance.