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.

confirmed

comfortably for generations. But last year, disaster

someone else, almost like she was a social media hand-me- down. After being traded around and repeatedly downgraded, Patti's

the country. Maybe after all her wandering, she decided Hawthorne was the easiest mark. She cleaned herself up and came

of boyfriends. Overseas, she'd gone through at least five or ten men.

he learned all this, Hawthorne couldn't claim he felt nothing when he saw his first love again. Anyone would be

wasn't that naive boy anymore. He'd clawed his way through the business world, carving out a place for the Everhart family with blood, sweat, and ruthless determination. Patti could have fooled the old Hawthorne with a few sweet words and a pout, the man he was now-she'd never get past

managed to tug at his

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

over the table at the meager remains of breakfast. "I

some."

already ate," he

in his