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.

were antique vases, old paintings, jewelry-every

when she spotted an ancient jade hairpin on

anonymous collector had tracked her down to repair that very piece. She'd only charged a modest fee, more out of

again, let alone here. The hairpin had

craftsmanship of long-lost artisans, when

holders are allowed inside. No unauthorized personnel," said a

A strikingly glamorous woman,

exhibit with her head held high. She had

prepared to take responsibility?" she

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

crossed her arms, exuding an icy

you I'm Mrs. Everhart? Are

turned toward

whispered. "Didn't we see her at the mall the

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

Mrs.

she hadn't misheard. A mistake could happen once, but

a row.

if Mr. Everhart himself