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.

Did anyone threaten or trouble

fired off questions so quickly that Gwyneth finally realized—he

heard about the accident.

told you,

could it

what were you planning to do? She made

to kidnap you. Did anything

reassuringly. "Do I look like something happened to

messing around. He had me drive

a cab

"He just left?" Hawthorne's

darkened. It

simple. Word was, the guy

with a flashy

for damages,

was he

you want to come to the

you,"

days

much? It's not like she couldn't afford to

reached out, his sternness softened by

of affection.

cars aren't meant for girls,

I just can't

to argue. After all, she was a two-time relay world

was there

I'll get you something

miles an hour."

picture it: a cartoonish electric car,

some ridiculous antenna on