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 his

moved abroad years ago. Patti's father was a government official back in Greenvale, and he'd built up enough of a fortune for the family to live comfortably for generations. But

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

after all her wandering, she decided Hawthorne was the easiest mark. She

always had a string of 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

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 his armor. To this day, there was only one woman who truly had his

little woman always managed to tug

ordered a servant to throw but his clothes-he couldn't stand

at the meager remains of breakfast.

some."

ate," he

in his pocket-he felt