The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 189

A few people were let into the stands, but at first, everyone assumed it was just some warm-up before the real race. Nobody paid much attention to Osborn's head-to-head with the newcomer-at least, not until Victoria's car surged ahead, leaving Osborn eating her dust. That's when people started to sit up straight, some even jumping to their feet in disbelief.

"Wait, is that really her? Isn't she the one who's always tinkering with cars with us?"

Slater was so shocked, he could barely get the words out.

In the end, Victoria lapped Osborn-completely smoked him.

Someone in the stands whipped out a pair of binoculars as both cars came to a steady halt at the finish line.

Lyndon and his entire crew rushed in to check every inch of both cars, making sure nothing was out of order.

Victoria climbed out of her car, and as she pulled off her helmet, her long hair tumbled free, catching the breeze. The crowd went wild-cheers and whistles echoing all around the stands.

Was it a trick of the light? Had they really just witnessed a female driver on the track, not only holding her own but crushing their hometown favorite, Osborn? It felt like something out of a legend-impossible, almost mythic.

Osborn peeled off his racing suit, drenched in sweat, looking like he'd just been hauled out of a swimming pool. Having lost to Victoria, he didn't even try to put up a fight.

Victoria looked at him, the steely glint in her eyes fading as she let herself relax.

beat this 'VV' guy tomorrow, you're up next," she

Victoria and Osborn got back from practice, the stars had already taken

Get some rest. We're all counting on you for the big

felt like she'd finally let go of years' worth of pent-up energy, as if stepping back onto the track had brought her back to life. But the truth was, those racing days were behind her, and there

"Yeah," she replied softly.

back her racing jacket. "Keep it. Seriously, I won't need

smiled, not really taking his words to

she slipped into bed and

once. She couldn't bring herself to go back to the old house with McNeil, though memories of her little girl would tug at her heart now and

just to hear her voice. But ever since she'd started living with Violet, Victoria hadn't gotten a single call from Gwyneth. Their only connection now was that online game

wasn't even late-just past eight-but when

answer.

Gwyneth was sprawled on the living room floor with Violet, working on a jigsaw puzzle. When her mom's name flashed on the screen, Gwyneth noticed, and so did Violet, who couldn't

mom calling. Aren't you

back online, but it's

smiled gently. "Maybe your

had been shut down, and even if someone bought the rights,