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.

this thoughtful look on your face, but your lips would always curl up

mouth and pulled them up into a goofy grin, making crazy faces at Gwyneth until she burst

that dramatic. I smiled before too,

more she realized Leonie might not be wrong. She'd been the reason her

and Celia hadn't always clung to her

the hope that, one day, her dad would wake up, reunite

not

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

you two

stopped, and Gwyneth, caught off balance, ended up half sprawled across her. She looked up to see a tall figure standing in the entryway, rolling a suitcase behind

by a pair of

in surprise as she turned to Hawthorne.