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-

was actually the man who'd kindly given her a lift this

smug-she was outright clueless. "No,

the sixth? Men that age always have a string of women on the side. You're young and pretty, don't let those office rumors about Mr.

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

since she'd started at 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 she walked in. She

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Everhart got married," Yvette replied, eyes glinting. "Everyone's talking about it-word is, he's tied the

she was Hawthorne's wife, tossing out these hints to

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

managed, keeping

know you must be upset, heartbroken even-" Yvette's expression, however, was anything but sympathetic; if anything, there

was getting more and more

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

and I've met

you're interested, I can introduce you to someone decent. There's no

So that was it-Yvette thought she was having