The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 191

He spotted Violet through the floor-to-ceiling windows. She looked a little embarrassed and quickly pulled her hand back.

"Why was Gwyn crying today?"

Ever since McNeil had brought Gwyneth to stay with Violet, she'd been doing so much better. Gwyneth was happy, and that made McNeil more than willing to let her stay. He'd often spend evenings with them, sometimes late into the night, before heading back to the office.

His office had a private suite with a bed, so most nights he'd wait until Violet and Gwyneth were both asleep, then drive back to work and crash there until morning.

Violet poured him a glass of water. "I think she tried to call Victoria, but Victoria didn't answer."

She spoke softly, handing him the glass. "I've noticed Victoria's changed a lot lately. She doesn't seem to care as much about Gwyn. Maybe you should talk to her; Gwyn is still so attached."

Gwyneth wandered over and sank into the couch. "Talk about what? There's nothing left between us-"

She couldn't help but think of the divorce papers she'd mailed to Victoria. It had been ages, and there was still no response. Did that mean Victoria still couldn't let go?

like this? McNeil's mind conjured up image after image of men hovering around Victoria, and a wave of

"There's nothing left."

that Victoria no longer

curled into a slight smile, though she

you stay over tonight? Tomorrow we can take Gwyn

she'd ever asked him to stay, and

glanced at his watch. It was already

half hours round trip. Violet's big race was coming up, and he'd promised to go with her to the test track. There really was no point in heading back tonight, only to return in the

in the ashtray and gave a quiet

morning, Victoria slept in later than

Osborn nor Lyndon had

for the time, noticing a missed call from Gwyneth-just after ten-thirty the

then. Now it was half past nine, and Gwyneth would

a generous breakfast, and Yasmine was already waiting