The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 250

Gwyn's face lit up with delight when she heard McNeil agree to take her to see the fireworks.

She nestled into Violet's arms, looping her little arms around Violet's neck- something she always did. Yet as Gwyneth pressed close, she sensed, almost imperceptibly, that Violet hesitated for a split second, almost as if she wanted to pull away.

But then, as Gwyneth tried to pay closer attention, Violet hugged her tightly again, her face adorned with the same warm, familiar smile Gwyneth had always known.

"Alright, sweetheart. If you love fireworks, we'll go with you. And if there's anywhere else you want to visit, your daddy and I will be right by your side. How does that sound?"

Violet kissed Gwyn's rosy cheek, making her beam with even more happiness.

By eight o'clock, the city was ablaze with lights, neon signs crisscrossing the skyline, pulsing and brilliant.

McNeil's first thought was to tell the driver to head for the beach, but Gwyneth had other plans. She insisted on going to the central plaza instead. She claimed she'd never set off fireworks there before, but only she knew the real reason for her choice.

Max had told her that his "Miss Fannie" and his uncle would take him to the central plaza for fireworks, and naturally, Gwyn wanted to be there, too.

"Are you sure you want to go to the plaza?" McNeil frowned. That place was always packed, and Gwyneth usually disliked big crowds-she preferred quiet time with just her family.

"Yes. I want to go."

The truth was, Gwyneth wanted to see if her mom would really be there. She couldn't believe her mom would ever love another child more than her, even though she had Ms. Marchand to care for her. But Ms. Marchand wasn't her mom; her mom was different.

to someone else, especially to Max-the little scoundrel-she simply couldn't stand it. She definitely didn't

to fried chicken and took him for a spin around the amusement park before finally arriving at the plaza, planning

beautiful face. She had a gentle smile on her lips, and as she leaned down to talk

I want cotton

strung with twinkling lights, selling fluffy cotton

for a minute, will you? I'll go

Gwyneth arrived at the plaza with McNeil and Violet. She hadn't told her dad or Ms. Marchand that she was actually hoping to find her mom. Scanning the crowd, she didn't spot Max or her mother, but

I want

ruffled her hair.

them walked over to the cart-just as Marcus

"McNeil? Violet?"

was a small world-how could he bump into them

candy. Violet noticed

out to play? And you bought him pink cotton candy?" Violet

with Marcus, and if her guess

was innocent on the surface, but McNeil's

brought a friend,"

spoke, his voice so cold it could chill to the bone. "That must be the 'Miss Fannie' you mentioned.