The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Yvette tried to stop Hawthorne, but Hans stepped in to block her path.

"Miss Yvette, please, let's be reasonable."

Her heels clicked to a halt. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Hans couldn't exactly spill the truth—that Mr. Everhart and Gwyneth were already

married. The couple hadn't made any public announcement, and as an assistant,

he'd sooner lose his job ten times over than leak something like that.

"Use your head," he said, tapping his temple. While Yvette stood there, stunned

and speechless, Hans hurried after Hawthorne.

It took Yvette a few minutes to process what just happened. Then it hit her—

Gwyneth must have seduced Hawthorne. That had to be it. Why else would a

man like Hawthorne keep someone as troublesome as Gwyneth around the

company?

Back at her desk, Gwyneth had barely settled in when Hans came looking for her.

"Ma'am, Mr. Everhart is waiting in the lounge," he murmured, voice so low it was

almost a whisper.

Curious coworkers pricked up their ears, but Hans was too discreet. Gwyneth

stood and followed him out.

Inside the lounge, Hawthorne sat fidgeting with an unlit cigarette, his usual

As soon as he saw

her into his arms.

hurt? Did anyone threaten

so quickly that Gwyneth finally

heard about the accident.

you, didn't

else could it

she hadn't, what were you planning to do? She made it

kidnap you. Did anything

"Do I look like something happened to

messing around. He had me drive the car to

cab

"He just left?" Hawthorne's

It

was, the

young kid with

for damages, and

What was

to come to the office, you either come with

you," he

days were over. Gwyneth's

a bit much? It's not like she

reached out, his

of affection.

sweetheart. Sports cars aren't meant for girls, especially not ones

just

to argue. After all, she was

there to

want a car, I'll get you something electric, and it

miles an hour."

picture it: a cartoonish electric

with some ridiculous