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.

I can't beat this 'VV' guy tomorrow, you're up

the time Victoria and Osborn got back from practice,

out. Get some rest. We're all counting on

let go of years' worth of pent-up energy, as if stepping back onto the track had brought her back to life.

"Yeah," she replied softly.

handed her back her racing jacket. "Keep it. Seriously, I won't need it. But bring it on

smiled, not really taking his words

after showering, she slipped into

even once. She couldn't bring herself to go back to the old house with McNeil, though memories

kid would always call her for a chat, just to hear her voice. But ever since she'd started living with Violet, Victoria hadn't gotten a

past eight-but

answer.

puzzle. When her mom's name flashed

calling. Aren't you going to pick

that game back online, but it's been forever and nothing's happened. She must've

smiled gently. "Maybe your

and even if someone