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."

head. "Half a million.

his initial trophy. Even after it had been wrecked, scorched, and nearly drowned, Osborn couldn't bring himself to scrap it. He'd knelt beside it for hours, weeping openly, unable

she'd made to her friends online. The moment he saw it, he'd rushed over, barely stopping to catch his

the car. But after just three seconds, she'd rattled off the Ferrari's model number and promised to have it fully restored within a

by to check on their progress, there it was-a gleaming, reborn SF1000, looking as

two rows of engineers assembled behind her. They stood shoulder to shoulder, faces

like a waterfall. Clad in her slate-grey coveralls, she looked every bit

watched her, knowing full well she was married now, yet unable to stop himself from asking the

ever thought about coming

Evermore City

Starry Nights Restaurant

had refused Osborn's offer of payment but eventually gave in and let him

were clearly visible, sitting across from each other in the soft

unreadable as he watched Victoria. It had only been two weeks since he'd last seen her,

chatted and laughed with Osborn. That easy, relaxed smile on her face-he realized he'd never seen her look quite like that in all their six years of

out a bitter laugh