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.

vases, old paintings,

she spotted an ancient jade hairpin on display. For a moment,

down to repair that very

hairpin had once belonged to a queen-an extraordinary

the craftsmanship of long-lost artisans, when a

ticket holders are allowed inside. No

A strikingly glamorous woman,

men in black suits, strode toward the exhibit with her head held high. She had just one ticket but her entourage followed closely behind, only to be stopped by

to take responsibility?" she said nose in the air,

but your bodyguards can't come in," the

crossed her arms, exuding

told you I'm Mrs. Everhart? Are you saying I can't enter

eyes turned toward

whispered. "Didn't we see her

so. She used Mr. Everhart's credit card, didn't she?

frowned slightly. Mrs.

misheard. A mistake could happen once, but

a row.

if Mr. Everhart himself