If it was just a fling—
Gwyneth Langford jolted, her heart pounding. It had been her first time with Hawthorne Everhart, and he’d told her she was his first as well.
Should she believe him?
But then again, everyone says there’s no such thing as a faithful cat.
Her mind was a mess, tangled and anxious.
Meanwhile, her colleagues had started gossiping about Patti Yale.
“Was that really Mrs. Everhart? Her behavior today was so tacky.”
“Seriously. It’s her own family’s gallery—what’s with the bodyguards? Is she afraid people won’t recognize her?”
“Take it from someone who’s seen a thing or two—she’s definitely not the real wife.”
Gwyneth’s knees nearly buckled. She stared at the colleague who kept clicking her tongue in disapproval.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Come on. The real Mrs. Everhart wouldn’t make a spectacle of herself like that. Besides, Mr. Everhart would be by her side if she really was his wife. She’s probably someone he’s keeping on the side. And I bet it’s all on purpose—didn’t you notice someone filming her just now?”
The younger staff looked confused, but the older ones exchanged knowing glances.
“So isn’t that a slap in the face to the real Mrs. Everhart? Mr. and Mrs. Everhart haven’t even had their wedding yet.”
“Well, who knows what goes on in the world of the rich?”
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