The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Gwyneth was completely absorbed in her reading when her phone buzzed with a new message. Her first thought was that it might be Connor-she dreaded the idea, so she didn't dare check it right away.

Several seconds passed before she finally, almost reluctantly, fished out her phone. It turned out the message was from Hawthorne.

“There's an auction in Greenvale tomorrow. I need you to attend for me.”

Her curiosity was instantly piqued.

An auction usually meant expensive jewelry or antiques.

She'd wandered through his villa several times, and aside from a few valuable artifacts, she hadn't noticed any particular obsession on his part for collecting things.

"Is it a gift for someone?" she replied, thinking that was the only reasonable explanation.

He sent back a brief, indifferent "Yeah."

Gwyneth agreed right away. After all, she'd been tagging along with him like a freeloader for so long; it felt good to finally do something helpful.

They chatted for a while longer, until he suddenly asked, "It's late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

She hesitated, just about to reply, when another message popped up: “Get some rest. Goodnight."

For some reason, Gwyneth felt a little let down. It took her several minutes before she texted back a simple, "Okay."

and stared at

for nearly half of it, the camera was fixed on a

gaze sharpened, almost slicing through the screen, as the shot froze on the pair holding

Gwyneth hadn't come to France with him—she'd

quite explain the surge of jealousy rising inside him. Right now, he had half a mind to jump on a

restrained himself. Women were trouble when they had too much free time,

let his wife get bored; he needed to keep her occupied with things that would hold

recognized the man in the video: Marcus Green's nephew, who'd moved to

eyes narrowed. Starfall City-Gwyneth's hometown as

been sitting on the hotel sofa for over three hours, and dawn was already

off

***

was still fast

surprised to see her coming downstairs, especially since she was dressed to

aver

formal, brows drawn

left yesterday and

Gwyneth had been wearing a simple work outfit.

impeccably put-together-where could she

affairs of the

his place to question. Instead, the butler showed his- professionalism: