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.

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

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

it echoed in

was pinned inside, so furious that even from half a block away you could see him flipping the bird from

boy tightly. He was clearly

a broad-shouldered man sprinted across the street. He yanked the boy into his arms. "Are

to register what had happened. He saw the man's face and immediately threw his arms around his neck, wailing, "Uncle!”

"Could you

to his feet, veins bulging on his forehead, he looked ready

your child who ran into the street just now,"

but Max nodded vigorously. "I thought my uncle was across the street, so I ran out. It wasn't that man's

of Max, wanting to hear

of his wrecked car, thankfully

do you two even watch your kid? Do you have any idea what

evening dress, her beauty so

women he'd met, Marcus felt like he'd

jacket and draped it over Victoria's

for the damages. Just as long as

embarrassment as she realized Teague