The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 46

Yulia couldn't help but dwell on her disrupted engagement party with Simms. Everything had been set to go perfectly-until Victoria arrived and threw everything into chaos. Now, instead of celebrating openly, she and Simms had to hide their relationship again, tiptoeing through shadows.

There was only one way forward: She needed Victoria's blessing.

Night fell, and the city pulsed with energy. At the Velvet Room-the most

notorious club in Starfall City—a crowd buzzed with life, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

Inside a private lounge, McNeil, Curtis, Marcus Green, and Isaac lounged on plush couches. Violet sat close beside McNeil, while Gwyneth nestled contentedly in Violet's lap, refusing to budge an inch.

"Look at you two. After everything, you still ended up together. Cheers to that!" Marcus grinned, raising his glass to McNeil and Violet.

Violet's eyes sparkled as she reached for a glass, but McNeil gently stopped her. "You just had surgery. No drinking."

Marcus gave McNeil a playful scowl. "Seriously? You're already this protective, and you're not even married yet. If you keep this up, we'll lose a friend to a wife."

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ever the little charmer, kept calling Violet "Ms. Marchand" with affectionate familiarity. Watching the three together, it was easy to imagine they

about Violet and Gwyneth's closeness. Suddenly, a

your and Violet's daughter, is she?

head to play with Gwyneth, hoping to

in her ear, "Violet, last time Mom

took a slow sip of his whiskey, his voice

pale

really had someone else in his life. But why had none of them ever met this

on a change of subject. "Curtis, what's got you so busy over there? You've been glued to your phone since you got here. Usually you're the loudest in

seemed tactless to keep discussing Gwyneth's mother. Shifting

interview, she'd gone radio silent. When he asked

like hers was rare. According to Ailie, Victoria was the financial

away. Instead of pestering her about joining, Curtis smartly sent her