The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 493

Victoria slept soundly through the night, completely unaware that McNeil had stood guard outside her door until dawn.

Today was the day of Simms's trial. She dressed in a tailored black suit, somber and sharp, while Emily wore a black dress; the two of them looked as if they were heading to a funeral—which, in a sense, they were, honoring the memories of Mann and Edith.

"Mom, Grandpa," Victoria murmured as she lit a candle at the family shrine, kneeling before the portraits of Edith and her grandfather. "Today, Emily and I will finally see the one who destroyed you both brought to justice."

Only after paying her respects did she leave the Turner estate.

In the courtroom, Simms sat at the defense table. He wore an immaculate suit, hair slicked back, looking every bit the distinguished man in his forties-calm, collected, and entirely unlike a man on trial for murder.

His composure faltered only once: when his eyes fell on Emily, seated beside Victoria. The resemblance to Edith was unmistakable, and for a moment, Simms seemed genuinely taken aback.

"Surprised to see I'm still alive, brother-in-law?" Emily's voice was icy as she paused deliberately in front of him, removing her sunglasses. Simms's eyes flickered with something like fear, but he regained his poise almost instantly, even squeezing out a few tears for effect.

"Emily, I—I can't believe you're alive. I'm so moved to see you again," he said, his voice wavering just enough.

Emily let out a cold laugh. "Moved, or just scared? We'll see how you feel once the trial begins."

feigned confusion. "How can you say that? You have no idea how happy I am

off. "You were never really my brother-in-law, and you know exactly how my sister died. Go ahead-put on a show for the judge, and see how

hard, unblinking stare. Once she was out of his line of sight, his expression hardened, all pretense

turned to Victoria. "Is that

speaks for itself. Funny

tightened, but he forced a mask of indifference, his face arranged into

father. How could you do

hurt, but Victoria didn't bother responding. Instead, she glanced to the other side of the courtroom and

for the first time,

he would have felt secure. But the presence of Violet and Yulia unsettled him;

Unfortunately for Simms, neither

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in

Yulia

warnings. Violet offered