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."

Haley always called him

nothing, waiting for Haley

to pick up

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

no desire to relive the mess in Evermore City. She didn't want him

"Understood."

herself. This was

Victoria didn't so much

Haley's expression gave nothing

she addressed him.

Victoria asks that you not come for Gwyneth tomorrow. She'll

preschool herself."

face stiffened, but he gave a cool nod.

the warmth in

after school too. There's no need for

lips parted, but he swallowed everything

Victoria didn't want him

as

Victoria was still there, staring into the middle

been said,

gave a distracted nod, her mind

when it came to their child, she and McNeil barely had words left

no expectations, no disappointments, nothing to

from anyone.

afternoon, Victoria