The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 498

When Victoria returned to the Turner house, she felt the exhaustion seep out of her bones, replaced by a quiet sense of triumph.

Emily was waiting for her. The doctor had called after her check-up-she was fine.

"Well?" Emily asked, her voice trembling with hope.

Victoria gave a soft, measured smile. "The company is back in my hands. No one can take what Grandpa left us."

She'd moved quickly, thank goodness. Simms was cremated, the police took both Yulia and Violet away—everything unfolded with perfect timing. If any step had faltered, she would've been drowning in trouble.

"That's wonderful-" Emily breathed, her relief so profound it was almost as if she could finally die in peace.

Now, if her time really was near, she could meet her sister and father without regret.

"Aunt Emily, you don't need to worry anymore. No one will ever threaten the Turners again."

Violet was likely gone for good.

Yulia, though, would take more patience. She was clever-never left a trace, always two steps ahead. If Simms hadn't gone too far, if she hadn't won that lawsuit, if Yulia hadn't feared Simms would seek revenge... she wouldn't have dared to kill him. Only this time did Victoria finally get her chance to turn the tables.

Dealing with Violet was easier. That woman had committed enough crimes for a lifetime, and without McNeil's protection, bringing her down was almost effortless. Now that Simms was dead, even those who'd once turned a blind eye to Violet out of respect for him were treating her with cold professionalism.

Emily sat on the couch. For the first time in years, she closed her eyes and truly felt at peace.

As they spoke, Haley walked in.

"Miss Victoria, Mr. McNeil Langford is here."

divorce, Haley always called him

nothing, waiting for Haley

here to pick up Miss Gwyneth

was calm. "Alright. Remind him he doesn't need

in Evermore City. She didn't want

"Understood."

her thoughts to herself. This was Victoria's private life. She'd trust her to

Gwyneth. Victoria didn't so

Haley's expression gave nothing

she

that you not come for Gwyneth tomorrow.

preschool herself."

stiffened, but he

hand, but the warmth in

Victoria will pick her up after

parted, but he swallowed everything he wanted to say.

want him there, he'd

just as

Victoria was still there, staring into

all been said, Miss,"

a distracted nod, her mind far away. "Thank

barely had words left for each other. Some wounds

now: no expectations, no disappointments, nothing

from anyone.

afternoon, Victoria went