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."

a million. Does that

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,

to her friends online. The moment

seconds, she'd rattled

by to check on their progress, there it

money to them," Victoria said, nodding at the two rows of engineers assembled behind her. They stood shoulder to shoulder,

her slate-grey coveralls, she looked every bit the same

her, knowing full well she was married now, yet unable to stop himself from asking the one question he was certain she'd turn

about coming back to

Evermore City

Starry Nights Restaurant

eventually

were clearly visible, sitting across from each other in

he watched Victoria. It had only been two weeks

as his wife chatted and laughed with Osborn. That easy, relaxed smile on her face-he

let out a bitter laugh under his