The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 995

Layne saw right through her. A wave of profound shame washed over Maeve, and she quickly dropped the subject of marriage.

He was right. She had wanted to use a marriage certificate with Layne purely to spite Quinton. She had seen the absolute shock on Quinton's face at the café.

It proved what she already knew: if Delilah hadn't secured Alastair's backing and established her footing in the family, Quinton never would have chosen her.

"Alright, let's stop dwelling on depressing things," Layne said, his tone lightening. "Mrs. Shannon prepared an amazing lunch for us, and she's waiting inside."

Layne had been keeping a close eye on Maeve ever since she mentioned wanting to go out. He hadn't known her destination, but her recent behavior had set off alarm bells.

Her sudden burst of passion while drinking the night before felt like it was directed at a ghost from her past, not him.

Though he would never say it out loud, Layne wasn't naive enough to believe Maeve was madly in love with him.

He had always harbored quiet suspicions about her motives. However, because she never demanded his money and hadn't done a single malicious thing in two years, he couldn't find a logical reason to believe she was trying to harm him.

Witnessing her confrontation with Quinton gave him the missing puzzle piece. He deduced that two years ago, she had suffered a brutal heartbreak and used him as a rebound, a way to heal her emotional wounds.

The reality was a bitter pill to swallow, but Layne wasn't entirely innocent either. Hadn't he used her as a lifeline too?

If she hadn't been there anchoring him during those two years, he might have spiraled into the typical reckless lifestyle of a wealthy heir.

Through the devastating loss of his parents, she had stayed firmly by his side, quietly caring for him without a single complaint.

If she truly had just been recovering from a bad breakup, he wasn't going to hold her past against her. All that mattered was that she was with him now.

Maeve picked at her lunch, her mind miles away. She knew Quinton and Delilah's wedding was scheduled for next Sunday at the city's largest five-star hotel. Every prominent figure in Greenvale's business and political elite would be there.

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