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

even quieter. Yvette wasn't just smug-she was outright clueless. "No, that's not—” She realized she needed

you can tell me—are you the fourth or the sixth? Men that age always have a string of women on the side. You're young and

believe how far off the mark Yvette was wandering. "What rumors?" she asked,

the company, she'd been buried in work with the gaming department. Even when she passed by the break room, the chatter would die the moment

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eyes glinting. "Everyone's talking about it-word is, he's tied the

Was Yvette trying to suss out if she was Hawthorne's wife,

long. News like that would spread fast. Why bother fishing for

managed, keeping her guard

Yvette's expression, however, was anything

Gwyneth was getting

you really want a boyfriend," Yvette went on, "I actually have a

I've met

I can introduce you to

laughed. So that was it-Yvette thought she was having an