The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 47

Curtis's thoughts were still on Victoria, so his agreement was a little distracted. "Sure," he replied absently.

It took him a couple of seconds to process what he'd just agreed to. "Wait- what?"

"Are you really okay with Violet going out to work?" Isaac teased the two of them, but it was Gwyneth who actually spoke up.

"Ms. Marchand needs to get a job? But your dad's loaded! Why not let her take care of you instead? If she's working, I won't even be able to come see you when I want to."

Gwyneth pouted, clearly unhappy at the prospect.

"Your mom has your dad to support her, but Violet wants to stand on her own two feet," Violet said with a playful smile, tapping Gwyneth's nose affectionately. It was her way of gently distancing herself from Victoria.

From what Violet had heard, Victoria had never worked a day in her life-she'd just played the role of lady of the house in the Langford family. Besides her college degree and good looks, Violet guessed she didn't have much else going for her, though McNeil rarely mentioned Victoria in her presence.

"So my mom's kind of useless, huh?" Gwyneth wrinkled her nose and snuggled up closer to Violet.

Curtis shot Violet a thoughtful look. With her master's degree in finance from Northriver University, Violet would be one of the most qualified people in the company if she joined.

"Sounds good to me," he said.

conversation soon drifted to other topics, and

the time Victoria arrived at K

some snacks on the table. When she spotted Victoria walking

her personal life private, but Ailie was an old friend. Since Victoria had married McNeil, her

was finalized, Victoria knew she'd still be responsible for Gwyneth, and sooner or later people would find

my husband's," Victoria admitted quietly. "I just don't want to

"You're married? When did that happen? I

Victoria had never even dated anyone-now she was

ago," Victoria replied. "My daughter's five

friends with Mr. Garcia. Isn't that a

was calm. "My husband and I are in the middle of

down a shot of whiskey to steady

know who you

her glass with her fingertip. That

tongue, she ended up telling Ailie

the book. Victoria finally felt

doesn't even know who you are. Just play dumb-don't throw away a good job over this. Our company really is great,"