The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 74

"Of course-"

Lately, Curtis had seemed off at their get-togethers-distracted, distant, hardly trying to hide his disinterest.

While McNeil, Isaac, and Marcus were off playing pool, Violet spoke up, her tone casual but her words pointed.

"Actually, Victoria's marriage is a mess. From what I've heard, her husband's seeing someone else."

Curtis, despite his feelings for Victoria, had never been one for gossip. Still, if Violet wanted to talk, he'd listen.

"He doesn't care about her," Violet continued. "And honestly, he and that other woman? They've known each other since they were kids, high school sweethearts. Victoria was the one who came between them. And from what I've heard, the other woman's got everything going for her-she's sharp, ambitious, way out of Victoria's league."

Curtis bristled at the criticism. He didn't like hearing people badmouth Victoria. The truth was, all of them had grown up with Violet; she was practically family.

But even so, Violet's words didn't sit right with him.

"Victoria's... great," Curtis said quietly.

In his eyes, nobody compared to Victoria.

the object of all their

been their collective crush-the unattainable girl every guy dreamed about. It wasn't just McNeil; Curtis

Violet had eventually chosen McNeil. The rest of them-brothers, really-had let those feelings go, treating

on Victoria that he realized how naïve he'd been. That bolt of lightning he'd felt-he'd carry that memory with

gaze lingering.

name.

Victoria now. Funny-he used to be so protective of her. "Even so,"

at her,

Isaac came back from

the room, Gwyneth and Max were

again!" Max suddenly shouted,

on the other hand, looked

already, and Max had lost every single time. At first, Gwyneth had

to give up; he wanted another

tablet aside

me at this game. You must be cheating or something-there's no way a girl could win like

Max a look. Normally, the boy was pretty mild-mannered;

Gwyneth, meanwhile, looked smug.