The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 239

"Gwyn, that racecar isn't yours, sweetheart. It belongs to someone else. But if you really like it, how about Mommy buys you one next time?"

Gwyneth's face fell at once, her expression darkening.

"Why not? It's so cool-I want this one, Mom. Please, I want this one."

It hadn't even occurred to Gwyneth that the model car wasn't a gift for her. Her disappointment quickly turned into frustration.

Hadn't Mom thought to bring her a present after all this time apart? She remembered, just the other day, when she went out for dinner with Dad and Ms. Marchand, she'd even chosen Mom's favorite restaurant, hoping Mom would join them one day.

Gwyneth thought, as long as Mom wasn't upset about Dad seeing Ms. Marchand, she'd ask Dad to invite Mom along for dinner sometime.

She never expected Mom to walk in today with such a gorgeous racecar model and then refuse to let her have it. It felt so unfair.

"Gwyn, be good. Mommy's giving this car to a friend. I promise, next time we'll go pick one out together, okay?"

Honestly, every time Victoria saw that racecar-Curtis's gift-it reminded her of the awkward mess with V&S Group buying out the racing game. She just wanted it out of her sight.

to dinner for Max's birthday, and Victoria thought, why not give the car to Max? It was better than

Max, so she couldn't

I don't

Gwyneth's cheeks as anger bubbled up in

different. As long as she didn't ask for anything outrageous, Mom would always get it for her. Now she

heartbroken, but Victoria stood

a promise-she couldn't go back on her word. If Gwyneth wanted a model car, she'd buy her a

how much Gwyneth cried or called her a bad mom under her breath, Victoria just soothed her gently, staying resolute as she dropped her off at the McNeil estate and handed her over to

will you be having

Victoria to come home together. Xenia

dinner plans elsewhere, but I'll

ask her to come? But she had things to do too; she wasn't on

to tuck me in. I can sleep by myself," Gwyneth

wounded little figure disappear inside, but she felt no regret. A promise was

handed the model over to Gwyneth now, she'd have to find something else for Max, and there

Victoria waited until