The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 93

Yulia snapped back to her senses after the slap.

"I'm warning you—if you say one more thing against Victoria, we're done."

Simms stormed off, not even glancing back.

It took Yulia a moment to process what had just happened, but then she hurried after him.

"Simms, it was my fault! Please, don't leave me behind―"

She watched helplessly as his car pulled away, then scrambled after it, tripping over herself so badly that she lost her shoes in the process.

She chased the car for several hundred yards before Simms finally stopped. Panting, disheveled, and with one foot bare, Yulia caught up as he opened the passenger door.

"Get in."

Yulia's face was stripped of all fear and meekness now. Simms still looked sullen, but it was clear his anger wasn't aimed at her anymore.

"So, what do we do now?" she asked quietly.

Simms gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. "How should I know? I can't believe that girl pulled a stunt like this on me. There's no way we can let her stay..."

***

of Simms and Yulia leaving, but she

never going to let Yulia take

back to working on the game code for Gwyneth. Even though she caught a glimpse of her daughter outside with Violet, laughing and setting off fireworks, Victoria couldn't pretend it didn't sting. But as a mother,

all she was

at night, someone knocked at her door. Victoria had no idea what could be so urgent at this

asked me to

have seen the light on in the study. She'd thought he'd left,

to

now, under the same roof, Victoria wasn't planning to start

with me to the party." Victoria's lips pressed

think you ought to be there for your grandmother's birthday? That's settled. I'll promise you this: I won't marry

away, not waiting for

Simms, whispered as she closed the door, "He's always scheming, that

It's late,

was playing, Victoria

***

Victoria headed straight to the

from the planning department brought word:

code, and the company would handle

immediately as