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."

turned a dark shade of

Yvette really not get it? Hawthorne clearly wasn't interested-what was

"Yvette-" he warned.

please don't mind my granddaughter. She's just had too

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

heard him say "my wife" again and again, she snapped, "And just

in the eye, lips moving quietly but firmly:

Gwyneth's husband-no, her lover-was some old guy. The whole office saw it today. Everyone was gossiping about Gwyneth;

"You're lying."

stop her, Hawthorne intervened. "Let me

"Sir, I think there's been a misunderstanding. Gwyneth js, my wife. She's very driven, sol invited her to work at the company rather than let

here today

stood rooted to the spot,

her at the company, but after she left my wife stranded in the outskirts for hours under the sun... I'm the CEO. No senior staff is ever allowed to mistreat an employee like that. If someone makes