The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Whether Hawthorne was telling the truth or not, Yvette's grandfather understood all too well: Yvette had no chance with Hawthorne anymore.

"Grandpa, why are you still talking to him?"

Yvette's eyes brimmed with tears of frustration. Hawthorne really was hopeless- how could he tell Grandpa he was already married? Who was his wife, and where was she?

Was he just saying that to turn her down? Or was he simply too embarrassed to admit his feelings?

Yvette wiped her tears away and decided to confront things head-on.

"Hawthorne, just tell me plainly-what do you really mean? All these years you've looked out for me, and I agreed to marry you."

Her grandfather never imagined his granddaughter could be so shameless. He felt utterly humiliated.

"Yvette, that's enough."

She stamped her foot. "Grandpa, at this point, what's left to hide? Hawthorne's so dense-if he won't say something for the sake of our relationship, then I will."

grandfather's face turned a dark shade

it? Hawthorne clearly

"Yvette-" he warned.

he couldn't win this, Yvette's grandfather shot Hawthorne an apologetic look. "Hawthorne, please don't mind my granddaughter. She's just had too much to drink and is talking

teacup down with a calm expression. "It's alright. I actually came today on

gearing up to confront him further, but when she heard him say "my wife" again

straight in the eye,

lover-was some old guy. The whole

"You're lying."

stop her, Hawthorne

a misunderstanding. Gwyneth js, my wife. She's very driven, sol invited her to work at the company rather than let her struggle somewhere else. However,

here

to the spot, her face flushing and paling

No senior staff is ever allowed to mistreat an employee like that. If someone makes a mistake, we can let them go, but personal vendettas have no place