The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 89

Yasmine found Victoria just as she was straightening her clothes.

“Ms. Turner?”

How odd. She’d been around this area a few times and hadn’t noticed her until now.

“Let’s go,” Victoria said, as if nothing unusual had happened.

Her marriage to McNeil had been a mistake from the start; now, she was simply setting things right.

Victoria returned to the house Stein had bought for her.

A sleek, black luxury SUV sat silently outside.

McNeil watched Victoria go inside, a mocking smirk curling at his lips.

So she’s already shacked up with someone else. No wonder she was willing to walk away from the divorce with nothing.

His driver sat beside him, the car thick with cigarette smoke. McNeil lingered there for half an hour, as if he was wrestling with a decision.

“Drive,” he finally ordered.

The driver had half expected Mr. Langford to storm inside and cause a scene, but—nothing happened.

Inside, Victoria entered the living room, where Stein was waiting for her.

He’d expected to find her heartbroken, but there wasn’t a trace of sadness on her face.

Stein was a little surprised.

“You’re still here, big brother?”

She’d thought he was flying out today.

He nodded. “I wanted to make sure you were okay before I left.”

Stein had always worried about her.

Victoria smiled. “I won’t make the same mistakes again.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a set of keys. Stein frowned.

“I’m giving these back. I’m moving back in with my family, so I probably won’t be staying here anymore. Thank you, for everything.”

Stein looked at her for a moment, his hand half-raising as if to ruffle her hair like he used to. But in the end, he didn’t.

The capable yet vulnerable girl he’d known had grown up.

“Are you all right?”

Victoria smiled. “I’m fine. There was just an emergency at home, so I didn’t have time to ask for leave. Sorry about that.”

As long as she was back at work, Curtis was more than satisfied.

Ailie hurried over the moment she saw Victoria, and Curtis gave her a subtle look before taking his leave.

Victoria noticed. In a mild tone, she asked, “So, what does he want you to ask me?”

Ailie grinned, unbothered. “Oh, just personal stuff, of course. He wanted to know if you’re really getting a divorce.”

Victoria hesitated, unsure whether she should tell Ailie the truth. But thinking of Curtis, she decided it wasn’t worth it.

Curtis and McNeil were practically two sides of the same coin—no need to stir up more trouble.

She changed the subject. “I’ve been working on a new game lately. But actually, I want to make this one just for Gwyn. Is that okay?”

Ailie looked thoughtful. “You should talk to Mr. Garcia about it. No big deal. If the game is good and we can launch it, maybe it’ll make some money. Wouldn’t it be kind of a waste to make it just for one kid?”

Victoria replied, “It’s Gwyneth’s birthday soon. I wanted to make it as a gift. Turning it into an official company product would take too long—I might not finish in time.”

Ailie considered this. “All right, you start working on it. I’ll talk to the project team and see what we can do. Worst case, we make two versions—one just for her, and one for wider release.”