The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 21

It was the first time Madonna had ever heard Victoria speak to her in that tone. Usually, in front of the Langfords, Victoria barely dared to breathe, let alone raise her voice. Now, Madonna was so furious she could hardly keep her hands steady. To make matters worse, a cacophony of noise erupted in her ear-she could barely make out Victoria's words over the din.

"What is that racket? I'm talking to you-where are you, at a construction site or something?"

It sounded like she was standing on the edge of a busy city intersection, engines roaring and horns blaring on all sides.

But Victoria didn't answer. She simply hung up.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and turned to face Osborn Clark, whose excitement was practically vibrating off him.

"Is it fixed?" he blurted out, unable to contain himself.

Victoria stood tall in front of him, a glint of pride in her eyes. "See for yourself."

Osborn barely glanced at the car. "No need. How much do I owe you? I'll write a check right now."

Victoria just smiled, cool and collected. "It's on the house."

shook his head. "Half a million. Does

little more than a battered frame—his first F1 championship car, the one that had won him his initial trophy. Even after it had

to her friends online. The moment he saw it, he'd rushed over, barely

the car. But after just three seconds, she'd rattled off the Ferrari's model number and promised to

pit crew, and when he'd come by to check on their progress, there it was-a gleaming,

behind her. They stood shoulder to shoulder, faces shining with

a waterfall. Clad in her slate-grey coveralls, she looked every bit the same force of

married now, yet unable to stop

about coming back

Evermore City

Starry Nights Restaurant

Osborn's offer of payment but eventually gave

clearly visible, sitting

was parked discreetly in the corner of the lot. Inside, McNeil sat in silence, his expression unreadable as he watched Victoria. It had only been two weeks since he'd last seen her, and already there was another

with Osborn. That easy, relaxed smile on her face-he realized he'd never seen her look quite

bitter laugh