The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 65

Ailie happened to overhear everything as she walked by.

"What's going on with Gwyn? Do you want me to come with you?" she asked.

Victoria shook her head. "No, she's just home alone. It's nothing serious."

Without another word, Victoria hurried off, leaving Curtis standing there utterly baffled.

By the time he snapped out of it, Victoria was already gone.

Curtis still couldn't wrap his head around what he'd heard. "Victoria has a daughter? Was she adopted?"

He still clung to a shred of hope.

Ailie glanced at her boss, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt, but she couldn't bring herself to lie. "No, she's her biological daughter. She's... five."

Victoria swept out of the room, leaving only a fleeting impression of elegance behind her.

As she crossed the walkway outside, two blinding headlights swept over her, making her squint against the glare.

the street, when suddenly, a young boy darted out barely six feet in

flash of blue, someone lunged forward, scooped up the boy, and rolled them both to the

yanked the steering wheel. The tires screeched so loudly it echoed in the night,

from half a block away you could see him flipping the bird from behind the shattered

boy tightly. He was

the street. He yanked the boy into his arms. "Are you

had happened. He saw the man's face and immediately

you," the man said to Victoria. "Could you

veins bulging on his forehead,

the street just now," Victoria interjected before things could

fists were clenched, but Max nodded vigorously. "I thought my uncle was across the street, so I ran out.

of Max, wanting to hear

had managed to climb out of his wrecked car, thankfully unscathed, followed by

you have any idea what that car

was shivering in her off-shoulder evening dress, her beauty so striking it made him pause for a

the beautiful women he'd met, Marcus felt like he'd just been hit by a freight

his suit jacket and draped

the damages. Just as

as she realized