The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 252

Victoria spotted Gwyneth across the park, but what she didn't see was the storm brewing in Gwyneth's eyes-the jealous resentment that flared up the moment she realized Victoria was actually Max's "Miss Fannie."

When Max had found her just minutes ago, Gwyneth was happy. But now, the knowledge that her own mother was the "Miss Fannie" Max spoke of soured everything. The joy drained right out of her.

Before anyone could stop her, Gwyneth's sharp eyes caught sight of Violet and McNeil nearby. She shook free of Max's hand and darted straight for them.

"Daddy, Violet-!"

She threw herself into Violet's arms. The fear of being lost, mingled with the even greater fear that her mother loved Max more than her, was just too much. Gwyneth buried her face in Violet's shoulder and burst into tears all over again.

Victoria instinctively stepped forward, wanting to check if Gwyneth was hurt, to gather her up in her own arms. But as she watched her daughter race into Violet's embrace, she froze where she stood.

All the tenderness and worry she felt for Gwyneth seemed to ebb away, leaving her hollow. Marcus arrived just then, breathless, and when he saw that Gwyneth was safe, the tension in his face finally eased.

goodness, we

the sobbing little girl clinging to Violet. He had never seen Gwyneth

swept over Victoria, Marcus, and Max, then settled into a cold,

was the perfect

late. We're heading home," McNeil cut

gets scared easily, and it's been a rough

Victoria felt the implied criticism—that Violet, on McNeil's behalf, was blaming her for being careless with Gwyneth. Yet, Gwyneth had wandered off

huddled in Violet's arms, wouldn't even glance her way, only urging them all to leave. The coldness in her heart

the detached politeness you might offer strangers at a party. He didn't pick up on McNeil's hostility, assuming it was just lingering worry

mind him," Marcus murmured to Victoria.

nothing, her face

McNeil felt was no longer any concern