The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 655

Chapter 655

Gwyneth nodded. Honestly, she didn't mind if her identity was out in the open- anything was better than running into someone as unhinged as Yvette. Just trying to fly under the radar at work had been enough to make her a target for jealousy and malice. She'd rather embrace her role as Mrs. Everhart.

Safety first.

It was a rare morning when Gwyneth had breakfast alone. The butler glanced her way, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Wasn't the master joining his wife for breakfast today?

Upstairs, after Gwyneth had gone down, Hawthorne lifted his arm and caught the faint trace of women's perfume on his sleeve. He recognized the scent immediately it was Patti Yale's favorite brand. That was his slip-up from yesterday. He'd come home, shut himself in the study, and spent the whole night going through the files Hans had sent over-years' worth of information on Patti Yale's life overseas.

He knew Patti well. Even in her twenties, she'd been coldly strategic about her future—she wouldn't have come back to the country unless something had gone seriously wrong.

investigation confirmed

of a fortune for the family to live comfortably for generations. But last year, disaster struck. Darius, Patti's father, got caught up in a Chinese financial scam, lost nearly

Patti first latched onto a man old enough to be her father-he paid her tuition for a while. But after a few months, the man got bored and passed her off to someone else, almost like she was a social media hand-me- down. After being traded around and repeatedly downgraded, Patti's reputation was shot; no one in those circles wanted her anymore, and she had no choice but to

her wandering, she decided Hawthorne was the easiest

boyfriends. Overseas, she'd gone through at least five or ten men. Patti knew exactly how to play with

couldn't claim he felt nothing when he saw his first love again. Anyone would be lying to

the old Hawthorne with a few sweet words and a pout, the man he was now-she'd never get past

little woman always managed

servant to throw but his clothes-he couldn't stand the lingering scent of Ratti Yale on his

the table at the

some."

already ate," he

buzzed in his