The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 190

Violet spent over an hour on the phone.

As soon as she realized the mix-up, she quickly reached out to several news outlets to stir up publicity for herself.

With any luck, tomorrow's front page would feature her dramatic maneuver at the track-she'd be making headlines before the race show even aired.

It was a shame about that video game deal. Otherwise, all three companies could have made a killing with her help this time.

After some coaxing from Violet, Gwyneth finally went to bed. But Victoria's earlier phone call still weighed on her mind her mom had promised her the game, but now she wasn't so sure it would happen.

She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep even as the clock crept past ten.

Now, she regretted ignoring her mom's call earlier. Was Victoria asleep by now? Or worse, was she angry at being ignored?

Gwyneth clicked on her bedside lamp. Next to her pillow sat the glow-in-the-dark jigsaw puzzle she and Violet had spent the whole evening putting together. It was beautiful.

Gwyneth wanted to do,

close to Violet, but she couldn't stop thinking about

resist the temptation of the game. Late

a book, but exhaustion from a day spent at the racetrack with Osborn quickly caught up to her.

was set to silent, so when Gwyneth called, she didn't hear a

no answer, she assumed

pounding with worry, she sulked for a while, then grew increasingly upset. If her mom was just lying to her, why should she even bother picking up the

sobbing from the next room and came in to find Gwyneth clutching a stuffed animal, tears streaming down

Did

feel even worse. She pouted, her tears falling faster. "Mommy didn't answer my calls.

stroked Gwyneth's hair, a little exasperated. "Come on now, maybe she didn't mean to. But it was you who ignored her call first, right? Maybe she's a

the sound of a car engine drifted in from

comfort her. McNeil, hearing his daughter's cries as he came upstairs, immediately came to check on

"What's going on?"