The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 24

Gwyneth couldn't stand Victoria. Her father hadn't come home, and Violet was still sick-barely eating, growing thinner by the day.

"I care about your mom because she's your mom, Gwyn. And I really like you too, you know that, don't you? If only I could have had a child of my own... I wish you were my daughter."

Violet's soft gaze lingered on Gwyneth as she held the girl's small hand. Gwyneth's heart fluttered, and she almost blurted out, *I wish I were your daughter, too.*

But she caught herself just in time-she still had her real mom. She hesitated, biting back the words.

After all, her mom didn't like Violet. Someday, she'd have to go home. If her mom ever found out that Gwyneth wished Violet could be her mother too, she might never let her see Violet again.

"Look, Gwyn, I've kept every picture you've ever drawn for me."

Violet carefully placed one of Gwyneth's drawings by her bedside, her eyes shimmering with tears.

Gwyneth leaned in and whispered, "Violet, I really like you too-"

She pressed her lips close to Violet's ear and whispered something just for her. Whatever she said, it made Violet's smile brighten with pure happiness.

Evermore City

down and fixed his gaze on

for tomorrow

reached out, his fingers tracing the familiar, silky curve of her

he'd suppressed came rushing back, almost overwhelming him. If they hadn't been sitting in a car on a city street, he'd

Victoria was silent, thinking.

Gwyn now?"

silence was

softness in Victoria's eyes hardened

don't need

for the door handle, but he caught her, pulling her firmly back into his arms. She tried to struggle, but he was already unable to restrain

a

you, and I'm sure there are plenty of other women in this city. You didn't have to fly all

it was always the

never satisfied him? Was that why, the moment they were alone, McNeil

abandon your daughter?"

mad she was, Victoria would

the crack echoing through