The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 75

Gwyneth kept making faces, her expression full of cheeky defiance. Max, thoroughly ignored, burst into tears.

Marcus sighed in exasperation. “Max, you’re a boy. Boys don’t cry over video games.”

But Gwyneth only doubled down, smirking. “Aw, come on. Only babies cry when they lose, Max.”

Red-faced and even angrier after being called out, Max jabbed a finger at her. “You cheated! You’re such a liar!”

The two kids went back and forth, their argument escalating into a full-blown squabble. Fortunately, the adults were so used to these antics that no one took it to heart.

Isaac grinned at Violet. “Impressive, Violet. I knew you drove for a living, but I didn’t realize you’d be this good at games, too. Look at you—teaching Gwyneth so well she made Max cry.”

Violet shrugged, her tone caught somewhere between modesty and pride. “We do a lot of simulation training before races. Honestly, these games are nothing compared to the real thing.”

Marcus reached over and tapped Max lightly on the head. “Alright, that’s enough. Any more tears and you’ll embarrass yourself.”

***

That evening, Victoria didn’t go to the McNeil house. She knew McNeil wouldn’t be expecting her tonight.

Instead, she returned to the Simms residence. Yulia was there waiting.

“You’re back, Miss Turner.”

Yulia hurried over, eager to help Victoria out of her coat.

Victoria took a step back. “No, thank you. I don’t like being fussed over.”

She turned and handed her coat to Yasmine, who carried it upstairs.

Yulia stood aside, wearing her usual polite smile, but her eyes glittered with something else.

“Honestly, Ms. Turner, there’s no need to treat me like some kind of threat. Mr. Miller is a normal man—he needs a woman in his life. That’s perfectly natural.”

The implication was clear: Yulia was angling for a place in the household, and she wasn’t shy about it.

Victoria walked over to the sofa and sat down. As Yulia started to follow and was just about to sit, Victoria spoke coolly.