The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 204

Victoria didn't bother exposing Gwyneth's lie-there was simply no need.

She'd originally planned a visit to see Osborn Clark at the hospital, but when she heard Gwyneth on the phone say she'd be picking Violet up after her discharge- and knowing both Osborn and Violet were patients at the same hospital-Victoria decided it was best to avoid running into McNeil and Violet altogether. She'd just go another day.

It wasn't that she was afraid of McNeil. She just saw no reason to ever cross paths again.

After so many long hours at work, Victoria couldn't remember the last time she'd truly relaxed.

She called up her old dance instructor, deciding to spend the afternoon in the studio, lost in movement and music.

Before she'd married McNeil, Victoria had a world of hobbies. Over time, everything had started to revolve around McNeil and Gwyneth. The talented, lively, and irresistibly vibrant woman she once was had faded into someone entirely different.

She drove herself to the dance studio. Sophia Carter was already waiting for her.

called, I thought I was dreaming," Sophia said with

competition all those years ago, Sophia wouldn't still be here, scraping by with studio work and training students just to make ends

smiled softly, shedding her heavy coat and slipping into her leotard. Sophia couldn't help but

really did get married and have a kid, huh?" she asked,

given birth

practically green with envy. In all these years, she'd never met another dancer with Victoria's natural gift. But after Victoria graduated from Northriver University, she'd disappeared overseas. Word eventually reached Sophia that Victoria had married and started

good-natured teasing, steering clear of the subject of marriage and motherhood. That chapter of her life was hardly one

about you?" Victoria countered

dating is fine, but marriage and kids? That would wreck my figure. I'd be out of

tried to talk her into settling down. Now, she found herself

dance routine. Sophia's eyes never wavered as she cheered her

piece that left Sophia awestruck. Only Victoria would choose such a physically punishing routine as her way to unwind. At her age-no, even when Sophia was younger-she

performance, a man dressed in a black suit stood quietly at the studio