The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 101

Victoria suddenly remembered.

Edith Miller—her original name was Lily Miller.

Back when she was a girl, Victoria used to copy everything about Edith’s style—the clothes, the hair, even changing her own name to match her mother’s.

But ever since Edith married into the Simms family and started living large, she carried herself everywhere like she was high society.

Before Victoria could say a word, Edith had already towed her over to Janice.

“Mother, this is Victoria—Edith’s daughter.”

Notice she didn’t say “Simms’s daughter”—just “Edith’s.” It was clear Edith never really saw Victoria as part of the family.

The old woman barely glanced at Victoria, lifting her eyelids just enough to mutter a dismissive “Oh.” She didn’t even bother to offer her a seat.

But Victoria didn’t let it get to her. She pulled a small box from her pocket—the one with the jade bracelet inside—and presented it. “Wishing you health and happiness for many years to come, Mrs. Miller.”

Mrs. Miller gave the box a cursory glance, her brow furrowing before she looked away.

Someone stepped up, took Victoria’s gift without a word, and tossed it into a forgotten corner. Nobody paid it any more attention.

“Oh, Victoria, I have other guests to look after—make yourself at home,” Edith said breezily. She’d always known Victoria’s mother was generous, and assumed Victoria would bring something expensive. But at a glance, she could tell the gift was nothing special. She couldn’t be bothered to keep up the pretense and walked away.

Victoria picked up her phone and called Yasmine, telling her to come inside and join the party.

After all, it’s a free meal—no reason not to eat.

Simms finally arrived, fashionably late, with Yulia on his arm.

“To my mother—may every year bring days like this, and may your blessings be as long as the stars above.” With a flourish, he presented his gift: a full set of gold jewelry, from ornate hairpieces to embroidered slippers. The glare off the gold was nearly blinding.

Victoria let out a cold laugh. Mrs. Miller always claimed the Turners were obsessed with money, but what about herself? Dressed head to toe in gold, she had no right to look down on Victoria’s mother for being “uncultured.”