“Aha! So you two dogs are protecting each other! James, have I been anything but good to you? You claim there’s nothing between you, so why are you shielding her now? I knew you two were having an affair!”
Patti’s face, which had just begun to heal from the last beating, was now bruised and swollen again. “Mrs. Mercer, I really have nothing to do with your husband! James, say something! Tell her whose woman I am!”
At this critical moment, Patti had no choice but to use Hawthorne as a shield. Otherwise, she was sure Mrs. Mercer would beat her to death.
Hearing Patti’s desperate plea, James finally came to his senses and grabbed his wife. “Stop! You can’t hit her! She’s Mr. Everhart’s girlfriend. I was just bringing her to the hotel for him. His wife showed up and made a scene earlier, so Mr. Everhart asked me to help him out by getting his girlfriend away from the situation. You fool, you’re acting recklessly! If you hurt Mr. Everhart’s girlfriend, he’ll hold us accountable!”
To protect his future and prevent the truth from coming out, James held onto Mrs. Mercer for dear life.
But at that moment, his wife was like a frenzied beast, deaf to his words. “You philandering dog, now you’re trying to pin this on Hawthorne? You think I’ll believe that? I wasn’t born yesterday!”
Seeing them about to start again, Patti was so frightened she nearly fainted. “Ma’am, if you don’t believe us, you can call Hawthorne. I’m really his girlfriend. I have absolutely nothing to do with your husband.”


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The readers' comments on the novel: The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge
I can’t even read this sickening story anymore, this couple didn’t even get a chance to be really happy before their marriage was torn apart. It had been dragged out long enough....
If Gwyn gets an abortion I am going to stop reading this story, I believe in pro-choice but come on. Why can't he just tell her what he is really doing with Patti instead of letting her think she is a mistress....
Why no updates? It’s been so long! Pls update....