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 that cover

car had first been towed to Victoria's shop, it was little more than a battered frame—his first F1 championship car, the one that had won him 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 to let

Echo City because of a post she'd made to her friends online. The moment he saw

after just three seconds, she'd rattled

called in her old Echo City pit crew, and when he'd come by to check on their progress, there it was-a gleaming, reborn SF1000, looking as if it had rolled straight off the

the two rows of engineers assembled behind her. They stood shoulder

coveralls, she looked every

she was married now, yet unable to stop himself from asking the one question he was certain she'd

ever thought about

Evermore City

Starry Nights Restaurant

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

clearly visible, sitting across from each other

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

as his wife 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

out a bitter