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

by anxious energy. As soon as he saw

her into his arms.

anyone threaten

fired off questions so quickly that Gwyneth finally realized—he must

heard about the accident.

you,

else could it

were you planning to do?

kidnap you. Did anything

"Do I look like something happened to me? The

messing around. He had me drive the car to the

cab

"He just left?" Hawthorne's

darkened. It couldn't

was, the guy

with

pay for damages,

What was

you want to come to the

you," he

words, her own driving days

much? It's not like

her reluctance and reached out, his sternness

of affection.

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

just can't

all, she

there to

car, I'll get you something electric, and it can't go over

miles an hour."

could already picture it: a cartoonish electric car, huge

some ridiculous antenna