The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Gwyneth kept her head down, cheeks flushed, unsure how to answer Leonie's question.

There was no denying it, though-Hawthorne really was a gentleman, far more so than anyone she'd ever dated. Her only relationship had been with Bill Crawford, but Bill had always kept his distance, treating her more like a prize to be won than someone he truly cared about. He'd seemed to think the time just wasn't right.

Hawthorne, on the other hand, felt like he belonged to a different world-a true heir, raised with all the poise and confidence that came with old money. Bill was just... a footnote by comparison.

"Aunt Gwyneth, since you and Uncle Hawthorne aren't having the wedding right away, why don't you just stay here with me for a while?" Leonie suggested brightly. "That way, I'll have someone to keep me company during the day!"

Gwyneth was tempted. She would have liked to accept, but now that she and Hawthorne were married, she doubted he'd agree.

"I'd better stay with your Uncle Hawthorne," she replied gently.

Leonie stared at her in disbelief. "You're living at Uncle Hawthorne's place now?"

Hawthorne's family estate was practically legendary-nobody but family ever stayed there, and her uncle guarded its privacy fiercely.

Gwyneth felt her cheeks burn. "Yes."

laughing, half astonished. "When did that happen? How come I

so reserved, had suddenly turned everything upside down. They chatted for ages, and Gwyneth gradually opened up. Where once Leonie had struggled to draw her into conversation, now the words came easily, and the two young women

time to head

Leonie paused, startled. Leonie grumbled, "Uncle Hawthorne, can't you lend Aunt Gwyneth to me for a

replied, not

you're so possessive. She's

his amusement. Then, after a moment's thought, he added, "I'll be away Echo City for

"Wait, so I actually get to stay at Uncle

nothing more, simply guiding Gwyneth

the main hall, Mr. and Mrs. Everhart were seated on the sofa. When

descend, they stood up at

just finished talking

close relatives the way Hawthorne wants it, nothing too extravagant. Of

nover

grander, invite some of the city's socialites and business partners, we can