The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 147

After she relaunched the game, Victoria knew it would become even more popular than before.

There’s something deeply human about the euphoria of regaining something you thought was lost. When the new company debuted, it would be a smashing success, bringing in its first real profits.

Of course, all this was happening under the radar. Given Victoria’s current status, there was no going back to the Langford family, nor would the Turners take her in; she had no choice but to strike out on her own.

“Really? Is it exactly the same as the one Violet showed me?” Gwyneth could hardly believe it, and asked Victoria again just to be sure.

She’d tried to keep it from her mom, not wanting her to find out that Violet had also been waiting for a reply. But Violet had ended up going to her mom herself. For a moment, Gwyneth had been terrified her mother would scold Violet. When Violet came back unscathed, she was relieved—but Violet hadn’t managed to get the game from her mom, either.

Gwyneth was still puzzled by it all. Violet had introduced her to the game, so how did it suddenly become her mom’s?

Maybe there were just some things about adults she’d never understand. All Gwyneth really wanted was another chance to play head-to-head against someone. Her mom’s gaming tips had been incredible—thanks to them, she’d landed on the leaderboards with just a bit of effort.

“Yes,” Victoria replied. “Just a few more days.”

Once all the paperwork was finalized, the game would officially be hers again.

The next day, Victoria called Curtis to ask for some time off. When he picked up, he sounded a little tense, even asking if she’d be coming back.

His cautious tone made Victoria feel both touched and amused.

“Relax, Mr. Garcia. Five million probably isn’t enough for my future wedding fund,” she teased lightly.

Curtis’s heart skipped a beat, mistaking her joke for something more.

“If you ever need help with anything, just let me know,” he offered, his voice earnest.

So she was taking time off… Was she dealing with her husband now? Curtis wanted to ask, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Curtis still had his mug in hand; there was a note of regret in his voice when he spoke of Victoria, mixed with a trace of hope.

McNeil’s face darkened instantly.

“What’s so exceptional about her? Just because she wrote some silly video game?”

So the “brilliant female employee” Curtis was always talking about was Victoria. After all these years of marriage, he’d never realized she could code games. He’d assumed she just had a knack for finance—she’d clearly been hiding things from him.

But to McNeil, it was nothing special. Just dumb luck.

A game, that’s all. Yet Curtis was calling her a genius.

“No, that’s not it… Never mind. You wouldn’t get it. You’ve never spent time with her, so you don’t know how remarkable she is.”