The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 70

That was nowhere near challenging enough for Gwyneth.

Victoria had promised her daughter something special, and if she couldn't deliver, she knew Gwyneth would be disappointed.

She considered her options. If she couldn't find a sufficiently difficult racing game, she'd just have to create one herself.

Honestly, it wasn't a big deal for her. After all, she'd secretly helped a classmate win third place at the national coding competition when she was just twelve. Programming, logic puzzles, engineering, competitive games-these had always been Victoria's strengths.

Unfortunately, her mother Edith had never approved of her interests, insisting that she focus on music and art instead of what she considered "boys' games."

Back then, Victoria couldn't understand why her mother was so determined to steer her away. Now, as a mother herself, she realized with a jolt of guilt that she'd been repeating the same pattern with Gwyneth.

Victoria blinked away the sudden sting in her eyes. She opened her laptop, swiftly finished the work Curtis had assigned her, then immediately launched her programming software.

Gwyneth's birthday was next month. Victoria was determined to finish this game in time to give it to her daughter as a birthday present.

She lost herself in the code for hours. She didn't even notice when McNeil entered the study.

It was only when he stepped in front of her, blocking the glow from her screen, that she looked up, startled.

expression, taking in the dense lines of code and

Victoria typing away with intense focus as he came in-and

whatever new trick

"Come with me."

as he turned and

clock on the wall and was surprised to see it was already past

been wanting to talk about our daughter. Now's your

faintly of alcohol and a stronger trace of expensive perfume. Victoria guessed he'd just come

time she'd met Violet at Quantum Core Technologies, that same

on McNeil too, it was obvious he'd spent the

help but wonder-coming home at this hour, didn't

you taking Gwyn to see Violet

tense, her

sharp laugh. "Victoria, what are

It's not like I'm handing her

testing his patience

he refused to sign at home. As a wife, she'd given him mor@than enough reason to end things a hundred