The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

What kind of CEO stoops to such petty tactics against an employee? This wasn't just unprofessional-it was downright laughable. Gwyneth could only see Yvette's actions as childish, pathetic, even a little amusing.

Yvette probably didn't believe Hawthorne was really married. And even if he was, she certainly didn't think his wife was Gwyneth. That must be why she felt so emboldened, so shameless in targeting her.

Couldn't she be a little more subtle? Gwyneth glanced at him and muttered under her breath, "I can't take another sick day, can I?"

"A sick day? Who would you even ask? You're the boss's wife-you could fire anyone if you wanted."

Gwyneth fell silent, sensing there was more to Hawthorne's words.

"Are you thinking about firing Miss Yvette?" she asked.

Hawthorne's expression softened a little as he faced Gwyneth, as if worried his severity might frighten her. "It's not about what I want. She simply doesn't deserve the position anymore. Today, out of jealousy, she abused her power to get back at you—sent you off to some remote corner of the city. I could tell her who you really are, and she'd never dare bother you again. But honestly, keeping her around isn't fair to the rest of the staff."

If he hadn't happened to catch Yvette harassing Gwyneth, he might have stayed in the dark. He'd only kept Yvette on because of the history between their families, and because she was willing to work hard and had some ability. He'd given her resources, opportunities, even promoted her to vice president-he'd looked out for her, maybe more than she deserved. Over the years, he'd heard rumors about her using her position to fire employees she didn't like, but he'd chosen to trust her judgment, confident she was old enough to put the company first. He didn't want to micromanage every little thing.

time he couldn't let it go. Gwyneth was his wife, and he couldn't bear to see her hurt. For Yvette to make her a target—he

worry about them," he said, almost

minute ago, you

are the boss's wife, which is exactly why I won't burden you with this nonsense.

gentle words, then called

had no

ет

It wasn't just personal-someone like Yvette would only keep dragging the company down with her petty vendettas. Gwyneth didn't approve of her, but this was

Watching Hawthorne's car

overed"

street, Gwyneth remembered the half-finished stamp she'd been carving. She didn't to go back to the office that afternoon, so now she finally had time to do something she enjoyed.

the office. The moment

in a black suit, his

Yvette to my office. Now,"