The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 381

"If you can't come up with the money, that's fine," Victoria said coolly. "I happen to know a few people at the bank—they're offering loans at the moment. If you don't mind, I could introduce you to some of them."

Her eyes were icy, cold enough to freeze you on the spot.

"I don't care how you do it. Every penny you gained by exploiting my marriage to McNeil-you'll return it. Remember, you have ten days. When the deadline's up, if I don't have my money, I'll see you in court."

With that, Victoria turned on her heel and strode away, her bodyguards and staff falling in behind her, leaving Violet alone on the ground.

Violet sat collapsed in the yard, bathed in the harsh glow of the porch lights. She had never felt so cold, so utterly helpless.

"Victoria..." she whispered, voice trembling.

She clutched at the dirt beneath her until her fingernails drew blood, the grit caking her palms.

Meanwhile, Yasmine had been waiting for Victoria outside. She'd dozed off in the back of the luxury van, only to wake up to darkness settling over the city.

"Ms. Turner..."

At last, she saw Victoria emerge from the building.

Victoria slid into the back seat, exhaustion barely visible on her otherwise composed face.

"Let's go home."

in the direction of the Turner estate. Midway, after a brief

the

Ms. Turner, this is

then did Victoria realize she hadn't told Yasmine-they weren't heading to the Turner home, but

Gwyn's birthday today. I promised to be home

going back to her own house after all. But if she'd just filed for divorce at court today, why would she

assistant; some

arrived at McNeil's villa, Victoria stepped out and told Yasmine to head

the door. When she saw Victoria, her relief

hadn't seen Mrs. McNeil. The tension in the house was palpable everyone could tell that Mr.

finally allowed herself

"Mummy, Mummy! You're back!"

the living room, flinging herself into Victoria's arms like a little bird. Victoria stroked her daughter's soft hair,

you, but he wouldn't. He just said you were working, and you'd be home when you finished. It's so late—I thought

called Violet earlier, told her it was her birthday, hoping Violet would invite her over. But Violet had simply

and handed Gwyneth a pretty gift

to the melody. Gwyneth's eyes lit up; she hugged Victoria and kissed her on