The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 489

Such a little girl-wouldn't she be led astray by that crowd of big-shot men?

But seeing how happy Victoria looked, she decided to keep her opinions to herself.

After all, Gwyneth was Victoria's child, and how she wanted to raise her was her own business. As the aunt, she figured it was better to just enjoy the show from the sidelines.

"Mama, I'm ready! Can we go now?"

Gwyneth had slipped into a darling white dress, looking every bit the charming little lady.

Victoria, after giving birth, had filled out in all the right ways. Her clothes were a bit loose, but they did little to hide her enviable figure.

When Victoria entered the restaurant where Marcus was waiting, it was as if every pair of eyes-from the manager and servers to all the patrons-turned to watch her stride through the door.

"Uncle, that's Aunt Victoria!" Max spotted her first. Marcus followed his nephew's gaze and saw, not far away, Victoria holding hands with a little girl dressed like a storybook princess. The two of them together were almost ethereal, a picture so beautiful it was impossible to look away.

Marcus tried to keep his composure, but the moment his eyes landed on Victoria's face, every emotional defense he'd built crumbled.

This-this was what he imagined his future wife would look like.

Even with three children, she hadn't lost an ounce of the allure and status she had in Marcus's heart.

He sometimes wondered at himself. He'd once been smitten with Violet too, but that had never burned as fiercely as what he felt for Victoria.

With Violet, when he learned she and McNeil were starting something, he simply bowed out. Within three days, his feelings were history.

different. He knew she was his friend's wife, knew she had three children, yet he couldn't shake the wild,

explanation, perhaps afraid of sparking any rumors that might keep Victoria from ever joining him

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I have so many instructors now-they're teaching me how to drive race cars. Do you want to learn too?" Gwyneth whispered conspiratorially to Max, though her "secret" was loud enough forthe whole table to

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while. These days, my main job

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of her youth were behind her, that

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