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..."

***

the sound of Simms and Yulia leaving, but she didn't

what, she was never going

on the game code for Gwyneth. Even though she caught a glimpse of her daughter outside with Violet, laughing and setting off fireworks,

all she was now was Gwyneth's

knocked at her door. Victoria had no

me to call

the study. She'd thought he'd left, but apparently he'd

wanted to

the same roof, Victoria wasn't planning to start

it'll be your grandmother's birthday. Come with me to the party." Victoria's lips pressed into a thin

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

not waiting for her

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

It's late, go get some

Simms was playing, Victoria

***

Victoria headed straight to the

brought word: Victoria should

company would handle

immediately as