The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 117

Hearing that it was her daughter calling, Victoria let out a small sigh of relief.

For a moment, she'd thought McNeil was up to some new mischief again.

"Mummy, tomorrow's my birthday. Will you come?"

Gwyneth's voice was plaintive and hopeful.

Victoria paused, realizing it had been nearly five days since she last heard from Gwyneth-the longest stretch since she'd promised her that new video game.

She must have grown tired of asking. Every time, Victoria told her, "Wait until your birthday."

Now, at last, the day had come.

"Yes, I'll bring your game over tomorrow," Victoria replied.

Gwyneth squealed with delight on the other end, but as soon as the words left her mouth, Victoria regretted it.

Gwyneth was almost certainly staying at Winding Peak Lane with Violet. Bringing her birthday present meant Victoria would have to go there too.

And that house-Violet's house-was the one place Victoria dreaded most.

for six years, their private haven—until he went and bought an identical one

she told herself she

favorite dish. No matter how many times you wiped it clean, you'd

best,

her

McNeil, I cut up some fruit. Come have some. Gwyn, I made your favorite

Violet's voice drifted over faintly from

a whisper. Victoria guessed she was covering the phone with

I have

yawn, trying

voice was flat, emotionless. "Alright. Get some

didn't remind Gwyneth of anything, didn't ask about school. She just ended

happening-Gwyneth was eager to get to the

jolted awake by Gwyneth's

showered, then slipped gratefully under her warm

grown up in, the one her mother

as though she were wrapped in her mother's arms. For the first time in a while, Victoria's mind was blissfully free of thoughts about Gwyneth, McNeil, or anyone

asleep the moment

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waiting on her phone.

all night. The