I went back to my office calmly and checked my phone. Tracy had posted on Instagram again, making a peace sign with the Disney castle in the background.
Sure enough, Jared had taken Yvonne to Shaville, and Tracy was there too. They would definitely be having a great time.
Quinn thought I didn’t know this, and she asked me out for coffee.
Honestly, Jared was the only smart one in the Holcomb family. Quinn was just so childish compared to him.
She taunted me, asking if I was brave enough to meet her, and said she was too brash last time and wanted to talk more.
When I showed up, Quinn seemed stunned. I got it. I never had the guts to challenge her in my previous life, and I always stayed away to avoid conflict.
However, this time, I appeared in an elegant outfit, and two men behind her had their eyes glued to me.
“Quinn, your sister-in-law looks so pretty.”
“Yeah, I’m impressed.”
“Get out, both of you,” Quinn shouted, pointing at the door as her two male friends got excited at my arrival.
Those guys looked shady. As they left, they kept staring at me.
Quinn hated me partly because I was prettier. She looked unattractive. Sally had commented, a bit regretfully, on Quinn’s looks before. Jared, though, looked like Sally–gentle and refined.
“I think you used to wear skirts that covered your knees. Why dress so sexy now? Is it because Jared doesn’t care for you enough lately that you’re flirting with others?” Quinn crossed her arms and eyed me, her words full of sarcasm.
I sat down gracefully and asked, “So, what do you want from me?”
Seeing me dodge the topic, Quinn rolled her eyes and sneered. "This office outfit you’re wearing makes you look like you have some weird kink."
“You want to compete with Tracy, right? Just admit it, no matter how hard you try, you’re always overshadowed by her.” Quinn clearly wasn’t done after our last argument and came back to mock me.
Same as before, she was never one to admit defeat. Every time she lost face, she tried to get revenge, overtly or covertly.
I leaned in slightly, letting my figure speak for itself. “Honestly, I don’t give a damn about that.”
Quinn clenched her fists in anger. I remained calm and said, “Are you just here to get under my skin? Don’t waste your breath. I’m not competing with anyone. I’m just working on myself.”
“Victoria, you only married Jared because of your looks. And now you wanna ‘work on yourself,’ huh? Face it, you’re just a trophy wife.” Quinn’s words cut deep.
I flicked my hair with a smirk and said, “Well, not everyone’s cut out to be a trophy. I don’t think it’s a bad thing.”
“You—” Quinn hated jokes about her appearance; I had just pushed her buttons.
I had come to accept the word “trophy” as a sort of compliment. Standing up, I said, “Girl, I have work to do. I’m leaving.”
“Victoria, aren’t you curious where Jared and Yvonne went?” Quinn suddenly stood behind me, her voice sharp with frustration.
I stopped and turned to her with a clueless look. “Where? They headed out early. I didn’t get to ask them.”
Seeing my curiosity sparked, Quinn lounged back lazily. She sipped her coffee and said, “They went to Shaville. Yvonne said they’ll stay for two days.”
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“Oh, Jared said he’s taking her on a little getaway. Shaville is kinda close though, why not somewhere further?”
Quinn smiled. “He wouldn’t manage alone with Yvonne. Luckily, Tracy is on leave to keep him company. Victoria, when will you get out of…"