The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Mr. Green always seemed so gentle and pleasant around her and her mom-just like Dad used to be with her.

But after more than a decade, everyone's lives and minds had changed in ways no one could've predicted.

"You know, the first time I met you, you gave off the same vibe-cold, distant, like you didn't care about anything. I barely ever heard you talk. But after you married my uncle, you were different."

Leonie wracked her brain, remembering how Gwyneth had once reminded her of that Connor guy, and Marcus too. No wonder they'd always seemed like old friends-birds of a feather, really.

Gwyneth, for once letting her guard down, touched her own cheek and tried to look innocent. "What's so different about me?"

She truly didn't think she'd changed at all. But if anyone could call her out, it was definitely Leonie.

"Seriously, you didn't notice? Or did nobody around you ever tell you? When I first got to know you, you were so distant. If I asked you five questions, you'd maybe answer one. You rationed your words like they were gold. Just like my uncle, honestly.

saw you smile. Sometimes you'd get this thoughtful look on your face, but your lips would always curl up at

pulled them up into a

wasn't that dramatic. I smiled before too, didn't

realized Leonie might not be wrong. She'd been the reason her family fell apart, the reason her parents divorced, the reason her father

her great-aunt loving her so much—if Chris and Celia hadn't always clung to her as

her dad would wake up,

not

were still tangled up together, laughing, when a calm, deep

got you

half sprawled across her. She looked up to see a tall figure standing in the entryway, rolling a suitcase behind

was framed by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. giving him a scholarly air that softened the sharp, severe look

turned to Hawthorne. "Uncle, is that really