The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 194

Violet watched Victoria's retreating figure, Lyndon trailing faithfully at her side. A shadow crossed Violet's eyes.

She quickened her pace to catch up, but by the time she entered the venue, Victoria had already vanished.

Maybe Victoria just knew someone here and slipped in through a side door, Violet thought. After all, a woman like Victoria-nothing but pride and pampered airs- couldn't possibly have achieved anything meaningful on her own.

As Violet stepped onto the track, her bright yellow racing suit turned heads everywhere. The crowd erupted the moment they saw her, fans waving signs with her name scrawled across them, shouting with wild enthusiasm.

The sight of it all set Violet's pride ablaze, and in an instant, she cast aside any thoughts of Victoria.

Really, someone like Victoria wasn't worth her concern.

focus needed to be here, on today's race—and on the one rival who'd nearly matched her time in the

racers held something back. But with fans watching and McNeil present that day,

race was bound to be a fierce battle. She'd stirred up enough headlines in

your

into the paddock, someone called out from behind. At first she barely registered the question, but then, glancing around, she realized she was surrounded by massive billboards-adverts plastered everywhere with

once "Violet," was now "Vivian." Wade

and everyone lost their minds? But the hype was insane. Now

name was "Vivian." Ever since

had sold it off. Now, seeing it relaunched, Violet's expression darkened. She quickly pulled

already noticed the game's return. As he watched Violet in her racing suit from the stands—confident, striking, impossible to ignore he felt none of the old affection he once had. Whatever feelings he'd held for her had ended

to call her, Violet's number flashed on his screen. He slipped away from the noisy crowd,

bothering with pleasantries. The