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.

at her computer with an indifferent expression, taking

he came

new trick she might be

"Come with me."

tossed over his shoulder as he turned and

Victoria glanced at the clock on the wall and

wanting to talk about our daughter.

of expensive perfume. Victoria guessed he'd just come back from a night out with his friends-and with

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

on McNeil too, it was

home at this hour, didn't

don't want you taking Gwyn to see

tense, her opposition

laugh. "Victoria, what are you jealous of now? Gwyn

around. It's not like I'm handing

been testing his patience to

sign at home. As a wife, she'd given him mor@than enough reason