The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

"So I thought Mr. Everhart was chasing after Gwyneth, but this morning I saw her getting out of some old guy's car."

The gossip had started.

"No way would Mr. Everhart be interested in her. He's already married-actually went down to the courthouse and made it official. I heard they're throwing the wedding at the bride's family's place this Thanksgiving."

Yvette overheard the chatter but didn't care. The rumors about Hawthorne these days were flying so thick and fast, she could barely keep up.

Then again, with a wealthy, handsome man nearly thirty and still single, people were bound to start making things up. But rumors only stick with fools; Yvette never took any of it to heart.

Still, she figured she should remind Mr. Everhart that it was time to settle down. If he didn't, the gossip would never end, and he couldn't just go around silencing everyone like some kind of tyrant.

When Yvette entered the room, everyone immediately clammed up. Last time someone spread rumors about Gwyneth and Mr. Everhart, Yvette had retaliated without a hint of mercy, scaring the whole office into minding their own business for weeks.

But as long as people gathered, there would always be talk. When things were slow, you had to chat about something, and there was no way to avoid it.

“If you all have so much time on your hands, maybe try getting some actual work done. Aim for a bigger bonus at Christmas instead of spreading nonsense. Let me set you straight: Mr. Everhart is single. There's no wedding, no marriage, nothing of the sort, so stop making things up."

buying it for

one dared make a sound. But as

"She honestly doesn't know?"

herself. My cousin works at City Hall in Starfall he showed me the pictures. The woman's family is a big deal, so my cousin couldn't reveal her name, and the faces were blurred out, but I could tell. The man in the

businesswomen who had their eyes on Mr. Everhart are furious he got snatched up

match after all. Maybe that

I heard he looked to be in his

gossiped about Gwyneth or Hawthorne.

nothing had happened

to the other firm and pick up a file

the gaming department, Yvette

inwardly; why was

"Yes, Miss Yvette?"

I've got something urgent. Ride with me, we'll go together, and after you grab the file you can take a cab back. Just put the fare on

request phrased this way, Gwyneth couldn't refuse. She had

to follow Yvette into