The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 111

"Daddy-!"

The door swung open, and Gwyneth burst into the room like a whirlwind.

Violet jerked back just in time-if she'd hesitated a second longer, her lips would've met McNeil's.

"Hey, Violet, what were you and Daddy just doing? Your face is all red!" Gwyneth piped up, her voice brimming with innocent curiosity.

Violet's cheeks flushed even deeper. Kids really had no filter.

"Your dad's not feeling well," she explained, forcing a smile. "I was just giving him his medicine."

Gwyneth seemed only half-convinced, but she just went, "Oh." She was about to leap right into McNeil's arms-luckily, Violet caught her in time, sparing his stitches from another mishap.

McNeil chatted quietly with his daughter for a moment, then looked over at Violet.

"Take Gwyn home to Winding Peak Lane," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "I'm not feeling well enough to look after you both right now."

I should stay," she insisted. "Let me take care of you, McNeil. I'll even share a room with Gwyneth if it makes

their place on Winding Peak Lane; staying here

his voice

to work at Quantum

Violet had taken a leave of absence. She paid it

in the app store, and now it was entering

phone, Victoria noticed a string of missed calls from McNeil the previous night, right before she'd gone

had broken, and with Xenia there to help, she figured everything would be fine. She

he and Victoria had spoken much. But now that he'd wrapped up a few deals,

Victoria was married left a

confided that she and her husband were headed for divorce-Curtis felt

tonight? The company's hosting a little get-together to celebrate the new project

was busy. Every day, Lyndon sent her sarcastic texts, reminding her to keep an eye

Opportunities like this don't come around often. If you want

could she pave the way to reclaim her position at Golden Era

impress tonight at the very least, wear something