The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 96

Victoria stood there in a daze, utterly bewildered.

Chaos erupted around her, drawing the attention of both the gallery's security and the visitors. Nearly everyone paused, eager to watch the spectacle unfold.

Violet and McNeil stood side by side, the picture of a perfect couple, their eyes drifting toward the commotion.

Victoria hurried over and managed to separate Osborn and Marcus before things escalated further.

The crowd swelled, everyone catching on that this was a classic case-two men fighting over a woman.

"Who knew? Victoria's more popular than she looks," someone commented with a smirk.

Violet spotted Victoria at the center of the drama. This time, McNeil's supposed rival had shown up in person.

She shot McNeil a pointed glance. “So, what's the real story between you and Victoria? Did she misunderstand us and decide to cheat because of it?"

McNeil had no idea who Osborn was or why anyone thought he was fighting for Victoria's affection. If he had to guess, Osborn was probably the guy who'd picked Victoria up from Teague's place.

"She's not my concern anymore," McNeil replied coolly.

Violet's heart skipped a beat. Not his concern? What was

sharp enough to know when not to push. If McNeil didn't want to

least she understood one thing-something Victoria clearly hadn't grasped: Victoria's attempts to catch McNeil's attention had

on over there? Is that a fight? Is that Mommy?" Gwyneth tugged at McNeil,

expression, McNeil steered his daughter

stand down or maybe the two men simply wore themselves

you lost your mind?" Victoria snapped, barely restraining herself from saying worse. Osborn's lip was split, his eyes full of disdain. "You're really

gritted her teeth.

Then who is he?" Osborn's eyes cleared with sudden

punched

a friend. Nothing more," Victoria

she had to turn and explain

fine. Your boyfriend was just worried about you-I can't blame him," Marcus said, though inwardly he was already plotting to knock Osborn out

shot him an exasperated look. "He's

Marcus fell silent.

home, it was late. Her mind was a jumble-she didn't even have the energy

rang. It was Gwyneth. Victoria considered ignoring it, but her daughter kept calling, so she relented

up.

"What is it, sweetheart?"