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

it? Hawthorne clearly

"Yvette-" he warned.

Yvette's grandfather shot Hawthorne an apologetic look. "Hawthorne, please don't mind my granddaughter. She's just

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

him say "my wife"

the eye, lips moving

impossible. Gwyneth's husband-no, her lover-was some old guy. The whole office saw it

"You're lying."

her,

"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 her struggle somewhere else. However, your granddaughter has repeatedly disrespected her, using her

I'm here

rooted to the spot, her

hours under the sun... I'm the CEO. No