The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 118

Gwyneth's eyes sparkled at the mention of race cars, and for a moment she wondered if Violet already knew about her secret deal with her mom. A flush of embarrassment crept up her cheeks.

"How about this-today, your dad and I will take you to a real racetrack. You can experience it for yourself. Sound good?"

It was only then that Gwyneth realized Violet was dressed differently than usual. She was wearing a sleek racing suit, and one of the house staff handed Ms. Marchand a stylish helmet.

"Wow, that looks amazing!" Gwyneth couldn't help but gush, completely taken with the helmet in particular. It looked so cool.

McNeil accepted the helmet from the staff and turned to Violet, his tone tinged with concern. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

He didn't really approve of Violet heading to the racetrack, especially since she was still recovering from a serious illness. High-speed racing wasn't exactly gentle on the body.

a stomach illness, not a heart problem," Violet replied, light but determined. "Besides, it's been years since I've even thought about Formula One.

see a real race up close? Think of today as my gift to you. You and your dad can watch me take the wheel for

Violet's mouth before Gwyneth leapt into the air, more excited than she'd been about any video game Victoria had ever promised

practically sparkled with adoration. To her, Violet

helmet in his hand and shot Violet a look that

expertise, but Violet was only human—and she'd been pushing herself hard

me-it's a part of who I am," Violet said firmly, her gaze unwavering. She had always

to laugh, beautiful in a way that drew admiring glances from half the school. Even McNeil had fallen for her. But everything changed years ago, when McNeil's father

magnetic. Now, standing before McNeil in her racing suit, she looked every