The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 187

Victoria stopped by the office that afternoon to ask Curtis for three days off.

She needed the time for the upcoming race and to help Osborn with his final test drive-there was no way she could make it into work.

Curtis watched her enter, a dozen questions swirling through his mind.

He agreed to her request, but couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"So, Victoria... you and Mr. Campbell-do you know each other?"

Maybe Victoria wasn't as straightforward as he'd once thought. Aside from knowing she was married and in the middle of a messy separation, Curtis realized how little he truly understood about her. He didn't even know where she lived, let alone who her husband was.

Was it possible Victoria's divorce was because of her own infidelity? Had she cheated-with Stein, of all people? He couldn't figure out why these thoughts kept connecting in his mind, and even he had to admit how ridiculous it sounded: a general from Evermore City and a married woman from Starfall, barely even out of Curtis's sight-could she really be Mr. Campbell's secret lover?

"So, where are you headed? Off to see Mr. Campbell?" The words slipped out before Curtis could stop himself. Mr. Campbell had left on a private jet that afternoon-was Victoria planning to join him?

The idea was driving Curtis crazy. He didn't want to ask, but he couldn't seem to help himself.

"No, it's just some

public that day. In fact, they'd hardly exchanged more than five words. How had Curtis even guessed they

Curtis forced himself to drop it. If he really wanted to know whether

like some possessive boyfriend. But the truth was, Victoria had never given him any reason to assume he meant anything

from

the whole time. Once she stepped outside the building, she finally

these last few days? Osborn's threatening to quit

smile. "I'm on my way now, but my car's in the shop. I'll need to grab

"Text me your

her location with Lyndon.

Lyndon over twenty

the office. She didn't notice Victoria, but she did catch a glimpse of Lyndon-and her

really seeing this right? Had she actually bumped into one of

secure flaunting her identity as "Vivian"-the racing world's once-celebrated engineering prodigy. After all, everyone believed the real Vivian had disappeared for good, supposedly settling down and marrying. No one expected a married woman to return to the grueling world of Formula One, especially not when the job meant living out of hotels, surrounded by male engineers, working late nights, and constantly traveling with the team. What husband would tolerate his wife in that environment? And

never once been questioned. She wore the title

heart skipped a beat. Could

drove her straight to