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.

her and McNeil's home for six years, their private

after the divorce papers were signed and she told herself

into her favorite dish. No matter how

best,

cheered, her joy

fruit. Come have some. Gwyn, I made your favorite cupcakes too—but

finished celebrating, Violet's voice

Gwyneth's tone dropped to a whisper. Victoria guessed she was

I have to go

a big yawn, trying her best to sound

emotionless. "Alright. Get some

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

to get to the fruit and cupcakes Violet

by Gwyneth's call, Victoria's tiredness

slipped gratefully under

the one she'd grown up in, the one her mother had lovingly prepared for

she were wrapped in her mother's arms. For the first time in a while, Victoria's

the moment

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to find a text from Gwyneth waiting on her phone. "Mummy, I'm

slept all night. The moment dawn broke, she'd