The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 192

She hadn't volunteered to go; it was only because Gwyneth had tried calling her, couldn't get through, and left a message asking her to pick her up from preschool at noon-apparently, McNeil and Violet weren't available.

Just to be sure, Victoria called McNeil herself, but he didn't answer.

Almost half an hour later, McNeil finally texted her, confirming that she should pick Gwyneth up after school.

Yasmine worked on her laptop while waiting for Victoria. As school dismissal drew near, Victoria changed into a beige maxi dress, threw on a casual brown wool coat, and headed out looking fresh and put-together.

Halfway to the preschool, her phone rang. It was someone from her company's tech department: "Ms. Turner, we need you in IT right away. We've hit a critical problem that needs your personal attention."

Victoria was surprised they'd reach out to her directly. "I've already arranged time off with Mr. Garcia. I might not be able to come in."

But the head of IT wasn't letting up. "Ms. Turner, this is about a major internal software vulnerability-left over from the last game you developed. No one else here can fix it. You know how it goes: only the person who tied the knot can untie it. And tomorrow, the whole company will be out supporting Ms. Marchand at her competition-no one will be around. Please, you need to come now. This is urgent."

He hung up before she could protest further. Victoria knew if she didn't show up, they'd just keep pestering her.

Core Technologies," she told Yasmine with a sigh. She had no choice

should wait a

IT. Sure enough, the system was

tried to explain, but no

had no choice but to stay and join them, digging through the program to fix the errors. Time slipped away quickly. What she thought would be a quick check- in ended up trapping her for three solid

until she finally made it out of IT that she remembered-Gwyneth was

Yasmine to drive her to the preschool. The teacher looked genuinely surprised to

mom-what brings

work and I'm late.

half day today. All the kids went home with their parents after morning dismissal. Didn't you and Gwyneth's dad

look. "I'm pretty sure I remember-it was an hour late, and Gwyneth was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. I called her dad again, and you were with him, weren't

backs of a handsome man and a beautiful woman taking Gwyneth away at the front gate that morning. She'd seen Gwyneth holding the woman's hand and simply assumed it

seen McNeil and Violet. If they'd already picked Gwyneth

her pocket. No caller ID,