The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

At the time, Yvette was still at the office, and rumors were swirling everywhere.

"Gwyn, was it really that older guy?"

The question nearly made Gwyneth burst out laughing.

She knew her colleagues weren't the gossipy type, nor were they trying to poke fun at her.

"No, my husband isn't an old man, but he is older than me," she replied with a smile.

Turning thirty hardly counted as old, she thought. She wondered how Hawthorne would react if he overheard all this.

"So, who is he? What does he do? Is he handsome?"

The barrage of questions came so fast Gwyneth could barely keep up.

She didn't bother playing coy and answered them one by one-though not in too much detail. Still, without having met the man in person, everyone remained a little skeptical.

Their curiosity about Gwyneth was eventually overtaken by the marvels inside the gallery.

Hawthorne's exhibition of ancient manuscripts and artifacts was held on the third floor. The display featured a dazzling array of treasures-most were in need of restoration, while a few remarkable pieces had already been expertly repaired by leading specialists.

old paintings, jewelry-every kind

an ancient jade hairpin on display. For a

collector had tracked her down to repair that very

see it again, let alone here. The hairpin had once belonged to a

was deep in admiration, marveling at the craftsmanship of long-lost

ticket holders are allowed inside. No unauthorized

A strikingly glamorous woman,

the exhibit with her head held high. She had just one ticket but her entourage

prepared to take responsibility?" she said nose in the air, not ever bothering to look the guard in the

sorry, ma'am, but your bodyguards can't come in," the guard

woman crossed her arms, exuding

I told you I'm Mrs. Everhart? Are you

toward

Everhart? "She looks so familiar," someone whispered. "Didn't we see her at the mall the

credit card, didn't she? Could she really be

frowned slightly. Mrs. Everhart?

mistake

a row.

if Mr.