The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

In Gwyneth's memory, Yvette had never struck her as the approachable type.

"It's fine," Gwyneth replied curtly, not bothering with any extra pleasantries. She answered Yvette's questions with the bare minimum, making it clear she had no interest in a drawn-out conversation.

"I know girls these days are eager for success and recognition. Ambition is good- having goals and dreams is good. But you should still be mindful of your reputation at work," Yvette said, voice laced with implication.

Gwyneth caught her drift instantly. This little errand to pick up some documents was just a pretense; what Yvette really wanted was to lecture her.

But what did her business have to do with Yvette anyway? For a company VP, she sure liked to meddle.

Still, Gwyneth didn't see the point in explaining herself to someone she couldn't be bothered with.

Yvette, however, took Gwyneth's silence as tacit agreement.

"Your husband dropped you off at work today. The other colleagues saw you. But was that really your husband?"

Gwyneth froze. Husband? Today? Did Hawthorne drop her off and get spotted? No, that wasn't right. Hans had given her a ride, but then his car had a flat, so she'd hitched a ride from a stranger.

Which meant-

the man who'd kindly given her a

Yvette wasn't just smug-she was outright clueless.

that age always have

the mark Yvette was

buried in work with the gaming department. Even when she passed

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replied, eyes glinting. "Everyone's talking about

out if she was Hawthorne's wife, tossing

it wouldn't be a secret for long. News like that would spread

keeping her guard

upset, heartbroken even-" Yvette's expression, however, was anything but sympathetic; if

Gwyneth was getting more

Yvette went on, "I actually have a few contacts. You're

and I've met all

athletic, rich, you name it. If you're interested, I can introduce you to someone decent. There's no need to stoop so

that was it-Yvette thought she was having an