The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 982

Maeve suddenly cupped his face, gently tracing his features with her fingers as if she were inspecting a piece of art.

For some reason, Layne felt like she was looking right through him, searching for someone else entirely.

He knew it sounded crazy, but his mind kept drifting there. Maeve didn't look like a girl who had just suffered a terrible shock; she looked like a heartbroken teenager whose first love had just rejected her.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he laughed at himself for being paranoid. She had been with him for the past two years, and he had looked into it—she rarely even left the house.

Her social media had zero trace of other men. For someone as pure as Maeve, Layne felt incredibly guilty for even suspecting she might be entangled with someone else.

"Alright, if you want me to drink with you, I will. But can you tell me why you're so heartbroken? Is it because of how your father used to punish you when you were little?"

If that was the case, Layne was more than ready to be the man standing firmly behind her. He would never let her suffer an ounce of pain ever again.

The Sterling family was nothing in Greenvale. They couldn't even hold a candle to the Everhart family's power.

Maeve ignored his question. Still holding his face, she demanded answers of her own.

"You said you'd love me forever. Was that true? You won't leave me, right? But someone told me men are the biggest liars, so Layne, swear to me you meant it.

Don't lie to me. Because if you do, it'll break my heart. Tell me, if I suddenly disappeared from your life, would you find someone else?"

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