The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 693

This apartment was supposed to be a gift from Hawthorne back when he tried to impress her. She’d turned it down, saying it was too small for her taste. Now, the fact that she’d finally deigned to move in should’ve been enough to save his pride.

Rent? What did he mean, rent?

As if she needed to rent this place. James could toss her the keys to any one of his houses, and they’d all be bigger than this shoebox.

What a joke.

“Hawthorne, what on earth do you mean by this?”

Patti Yale was fuming. She cornered Hawthorne, demanding an answer.

He sat half-shrouded in shadow, coolly pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it with a sharp flick.

Hans continued for him.

“There’s also this itemized statement, Miss Yale, showing your recent purchases at various department stores. All charged to Mr. Everhart’s card. If it’s convenient, you can settle the full amount now.

If you’re short on funds, Mr. Everhart is willing to accept installment payments. But we’ll need to add a thirty percent interest on the total.”

Patti stared, dumbstruck.

She thought that card was hers to use freely. Now Hawthorne was not only demanding repayment—he was charging interest.

She’d expected a windfall today, but instead, Hawthorne had smacked her with reality so hard she nearly blacked out.

Hawthorne flicked his cigarette ash, unfazed.

“My two-million-dollar card—Miss Yale has already spent more than a million on it. How did it feel, using my money?”

The way he said “Miss Yale” drove a wedge between them—cold, distant.

“Hawthorne, we’re a couple. Is this how you treat me? In front of all these people, you’re actually asking me to pay you back? And this apartment—this is where we used to live together, remember? Now you want me to pay rent?”

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