The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 483

Victoria sat on the couch, watching the nanny prepare breakfast for the three children. Her heart was remarkably calm.

It had been nearly a week since McNeil left, and to her surprise, she'd adjusted effortlessly. She woke naturally each morning, and whenever there was time, she'd take the twins downstairs for a breath of fresh air.

She'd arranged a driver to take Gwyneth to and from school. Most importantly, since her younger siblings' arrival, Gwyneth had become noticeably more mature. She'd come home and finish her homework on her own, never needing a reminder. Sometimes, Gwyneth even used the same gentle tone Victoria once used with her, fussing over the twins as if she were their little mother.

Perhaps, Victoria thought, giving birth to the twins had brought her eldest daughter back to her in the truest sense.

McNeil's absence hadn't affected Victoria at all. In fact, she felt relieved-not having to endure his constant, watchful gaze at home was like a weight lifted from her shoulders. That feeling of being scrutinized every second had always left her on edge.

She played with the twins while soft music drifted through the room. Her phone rang; it was Yasmine.

"Ms. Turner, it looks like Violet is about to make a move."

Victoria glanced at the twins in their cradle, gently tickling their tiny hands. "And what's her plan?"

"She wants Simms dead."

The words sent a chill down Victoria's spine.

It was only natural for Victoria to want him

"Why?"

only a matter of time. Both Violet and her mother, Yulia, were notorious for their cold hearts. In truth, the three of them deserved

she'd recently discovered

didn't treat Violet like

Having a man like that as your dad—it would almost be better not

you saying Simms made Violet entertain

knew Simms was a monster, but she hadn't realized he was this depraved-

like that was incapable of love. Even if he died a thousand times,

to atoning for his

her to sleep with important

bear to hear more Whatever wrongs Violet

that-least of all

own father.

an

Ms. Turner," Yasmine replied, then hesitated. "Should we... finish the

be illegal. Besides, I've already prepared a different kind of present for

behind bars

or Violet and Yulia beat her to it, only time would tell. In