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.

antique vases, old paintings, jewelry-every

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

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

hairpin had once belonged to a queen-an extraordinary artifact

marveling at the craftsmanship of long-lost

inside. No unauthorized personnel," said a security

A strikingly glamorous woman,

high. She had just one ticket but her entourage

responsibility?" she said nose in the air,

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

crossed her arms, exuding an icy

Everhart? Are you saying I can't enter my

toward her, including

familiar," someone whispered. "Didn't we see

Everhart's credit card, didn't she?

frowned slightly. Mrs. Everhart? Credit

mistake could happen once, but not

a row.

Mr. Everhart