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.

invited her to dinner for Max's birthday, and Victoria thought, why not give the car to

so

you're so stingy. I don't want to talk to you

cheeks as anger

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

sobbed, heartbroken, but Victoria

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

cried or called her a bad mom under her breath, Victoria just soothed her gently, staying resolute as she dropped her off

be having dinner

home together. Xenia figured Gwyneth would be eating in, but wasn't sure

I've got dinner plans elsewhere, but I'll be back later

be busy-why else would they ask her to come? But she had things to do too; she wasn't on

want you to tuck me in. I can sleep by myself," Gwyneth snapped, leaping out of

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

Marcus for Max's birthday. She had the gift ready; if she handed the model over to Gwyneth now, she'd

Victoria waited until she saw her