The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 811

She assumed Gwyneth's father was causing trouble for her again, but when she looked around, a woman was sitting in the main chair, arms crossed, watching her coldly.

"Get a basin of water and splash her awake," the woman commanded. "Let her get a good look at who I am."

It was Mrs. Mercer, her heavy legs swinging. Although James had offered a thorough explanation last time, which she had confirmed with a phone call and even seen hints of in the tabloids about Hawthorne and Patti, a woman's intuition told her something was still wrong. She knew exactly what kind of man James was; no one knows a husband better than his own wife.

She had checked the credit card statements. That dog James had spent over ten million dollars at Hawthorne's in a single night—just for a private room and some food. Even sealing a multi-billion-dollar contract with Lanny wouldn't justify that kind of expense.

And to spend it at Hawthorne’s place, of all places. That alone made Mrs. Mercer suspicious.

James was usually so frugal. His willingness to spend so lavishly this time made it hard not to wonder what sort of shady dealings he and Hawthorne were involved in behind her back.

What Mrs. Mercer really suspected was that James was using Hawthorne as a smokescreen while he was the one secretly carrying on with Patti.

One of Mrs. Mercer's close friends had gone through something similar. Her husband had his best friend take the fall, hiding his mistress in plain sight by claiming she was his friend's girlfriend. It was a clever ruse to deceive his wife, but in the end, her friend’s sharp and suspicious nature led her to uncover the truth.

These pathetic men came up with the most outlandish and unexpected schemes to cheat on their wives, but none could escape their wives' watchful eyes.

Ever since she’d left Patti at the hotel, Mrs. Mercer had her followed.

Although she hadn't caught Patti and James together, and she did see Hawthorne visiting Patti, what struck Mrs. Mercer as odd was that Hawthorne’s visits never lasted more than an hour, and he never spent the night.

This only deepened her suspicion. If Patti really was his mistress, why would Hawthorne leave her all alone in the apartment every day?

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