The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 327

Chapter 327

The traffic light switched to green, and Curtis's car slowly pulled away from the amusement park.

Evening had begun to settle in. After one last stroll around the park, McNeil gathered Gwyneth and her mother, ushering them toward his SUV.

Victoria quickly realized that McNeil was taking a route she'd never seen before. It was clear he was determined to bring her and their daughter to Madonna's villa tonight.

Gwyneth sat in the backseat, cradling a pile of plush toys she'd won from the claw machines, her laughter bubbling with delight.

But even she noticed that the drive felt unfamiliar. In her sweet, childish voice, she piped up, "Daddy, where are we going now?"

"To Grandma's house," McNeil replied, voice cool and matter-of-fact.

Gwyneth's smile vanished.

"No, I don't want to go. Why do we have to see Grandma?"

She'd never liked Madonna.

Victoria felt the same way, though she wasn't about to stop her daughter from seeing her father's family. Still, she had no desire to go herself.

I just remembered

car if you want, but

blurting out, "Paul already belongs to you-why shouldn't I be allowed to

SUV rolled up to a stately villa. The

McNeil, and Gwyneth stepped

while the housekeeper busied herself setting the table

their arrival, the staff greeted them, "Welcome

Victoria and Gwyneth. "And these two

met Victoria or Gwyneth before, though the child did

daughter," McNeil said, holding both Victoria and Gwyneth by the hand. Victoria tried to pull away,

a wife and child? Was the girl

“Go call Mr. James and Mrs.

Madonna ignored her, heading straight to the dining table and

to come home for dinner tonight? And to bring them along?" she asked,

with a pointed pause, Madonna added,

plate her favorite. "This is a family dinner. No

clear she didn't see Victoria as part of the family. Upstairs, Paul and Mrs. Nelson came down, one after the

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