The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Victoria spotted McNeil and Violet beneath the fireworks, Curtis, Isaac, and Marcus nearby, with little Max in tow.

From a distance, the group was laughing and enjoying themselves, the night alive with their easy camaraderie.

"Dad, Ms. Marchand, you're out here setting off fireworks and didn't even invite me."

Gwyneth's voice carried a hint of indignation.

Violet crouched down in front of her, her eyes twinkling. "Weren't you the one who said you had plans tonight?"

McNeil had asked Gwyneth earlier what she was up to, and she'd said she was going to see her mom. She never mentioned this to Violet, only saying she had a craft project and needed to look something up on the computer.

She'd even whispered in Violet's ear, promising not to intrude on her "special time" alone with Dad.

Violet saw right through her little scheme but chose not to call her out.

Isaac couldn't help but ask, "It's pretty late, Gwyneth. Who brought you here?" "My mom, of course."

Gwyneth replied without missing a beat. The three men-except for McNeil- immediately turned to look in the direction where Victoria stood.

streetlamp behind Victoria cast her face in shadow; no one could see her

tense, unable to move

was really here. If she came over to say hello, what would

don't you call her over?" Curtis asked,

wife. Who wouldn't want to

Violet couldn't handle McNeil's stubbornness, yet this woman had not only married him

go invite her?" Isaac offered, almost jumping with anticipation. Violet's face

them off.

don't even ask her to join

got nosy, there was no stopping

to leave, when McNeil's call came

message unmistakable. He didn't want her to show up in front of

How typical.

caring what he

"Fine," Victoria replied.

figure vanished into the night. Isaac, still watching the spot where she'd stood, let out a disappointed sigh. "Oh, she

about that silhouette

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