The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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Gwyneth didn't think much of it. She was certain Hawthorne wouldn't just abandon her.

"He probably won't, right? He's already sent the dowry," Celia chimed in, just as unconcerned.

Celia really couldn't believe he'd run off. Her older sister had even picked out a few beautiful dresses for her, ones she absolutely adored. The first time she tried one on, Chris had stared at her, utterly dumbfounded-though he couldn't resist making a few snarky comments, accusing her of being "bought out" by Hawthorne and calling her shallow.

But then Hawthorne left town and hadn't shown his face since. Even Chris was starting to get anxious.

He didn't want Gwyneth to get married at least, not like this-but it would be worse to have her halfway down the aisle and then call it off. Besides, his big sister was clearly fond of the guy, anyone could see that.

Too bad no one in Starfall City seemed to measure up to Hawthorne. The man was reserved and quietly intellectual, never smelled of cigarettes, and looked sharp in a suit—carrying himself with a kind of effortless, old-money poise that screamed "Evermore City elite." There was a polished refinement about him that no amount of hard work could teach a young man in his twenties, no matter how privileged his background.

He finally realized why Hawthorne's face seemed so familiar: he looked just like their uncle Stein—same air of quiet authority.

"Hey, sis...brother-in-law-did he say when he's coming back?" Celia finally dropped the "that man" routine. If Hawthorne really had run off, they'd go hunt him down themselves.

wave of warmth and amusement at their concern. She decided

like

icy. "So if we don't like him, he'll just

too. "Is it because he's supposed to move in with us? Sis, if you just come home two or three times a year and

Not a single

rolled her eyes. "You realize you're insulting yourself

huffed. "Doesn't count. But if he's messing around with

they were, so she

things up on his

were as good as husband and

had warned her-she was about to be

get to go to Greenvale too?"

glanced at Gwyneth. "He's got a place in Greenvale, right? It's not some rundown backwater, is

shook her head. "Don't worry. You haven't even seen the house my great-grandfather bought us for the wedding-it's

nodded, satisfied. "Good. Wouldn't want you to