The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 820

Seeing Gwyneth finally awake, Hawthorne felt as if he had just won a great victory. Gwyneth looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and worry, and the sharp words she’d intended to say died on her lips. She could feel the two little lives still clinging to her, could sense their steady heartbeats. Knowing they were alive was enough.

But she could also see that Hawthorne had changed. The confident, mature, and ruthlessly decisive man—the man who always remained unflappable in her presence—had lost all of his former authority. “You’re Hawthorne? How did you end up like this?” She tried to pull her hand from his, but he held on tight, refusing to let go. “You’re hurting me,” she said softly, and only then did he release his grip.

“You fainted yesterday. There were signs of a threatened miscarriage, so I brought you to the hospital. They gave you a shot to stabilize the pregnancy. The doctor said you need to stay on bed rest to protect the babies. Gwyn, please listen to me. I’m your husband. I would never abandon our children. Please, just bring them into this world safely and healthily, okay?” He was practically begging her, his voice humble. His greatest fear was that Gwyneth would suddenly say she no longer wanted their children.

Seeing how fiercely she had protected them brought a genuine joy to Hawthorne's heart. These were their children, after all. Gwyneth stared into his eyes as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her gaze was still timid and fearful. The visible joy that had once danced in her eyes when they first met was gone. This wasn't the look the woman he knew and loved was supposed to have.

Frustrated with himself, Hawthorne ran a hand through his hair, his heart aching with regret. “So you want me to have the babies? You want our children?” Gwyneth asked again, as if needing confirmation. Hawthorne looked at her, his eyes bloodshot. “How could you ever think I didn't want our children? They're ours. All I want is you and my children.” He was done. To hell with James, to hell with revenge. All he wanted now was love, his wife, and his children.

“The baby Patti Yale was carrying wasn't mine. It was James’s. I have nothing to do with her. I was just using her to get to James. I want to go back to Starfall City with you, but I couldn't just abandon the Everhart family. Before I could leave, I had to clear all the obstacles for them, so I could hand The Everhart Group to Layne. Do you understand? But I never imagined it would hurt you so much, or that it would endanger our children.” Hawthorne’s eyes were filled with remorse as he pleaded for her forgiveness, though he knew that even with the truth, she wouldn't forgive him so easily.

He was right. When Gwyneth heard his confession, her beautiful eyes filled with deep despair. “So, for the sake of revenge, you were willing to sacrifice our relationship. And because of it, my emotional state was so affected that our children were almost lost. Is revenge really that important? Are wealth and family really more precious than life? How are the methods you used any different from a lowlife’s? You can compete with your rivals for territory, but why did you have to use such a despicable scheme? And what about Patti Yale? Did she agree to this? She’s a woman, used as a pawn in the feud between you two men, tossed back and forth like a ball. Did either of you ever stop to think about how she felt?”

Seething, Gwyneth swung her hand and slapped him across the face. But weakened by her pregnancy and the overnight ordeal, the blow was feeble. To Hawthorne, it felt like being brushed by a leaf—completely harmless. Hawthorne was filled with remorse; he knew he was wrong. “Yes, I know I was wrong. Curse me out, my love. I’ll never do it again.” He would never again do anything to hurt her or their children.

Whatever happened to The Everhart Group, he decided to leave it to fate. He would hand the corporation to Layne and let him manage it. All he wanted now was a quiet life with his wife and kids. Twins. Whether they were boys or girls, he would love them just the same. He had a new center to his world. The family business was no longer his life's sole ambition.