The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 241

"Aren't gifts supposed to be surprises? If you tell someone ahead of time, it takes all the fun out of it."

Victoria's expression froze just slightly.

Marcus was implying she didn't know the first thing about romance.

God knew how hard she'd tried for McNeil back in the day-she'd pulled out every trick in the book, every gesture men usually reserved for women, she'd lavished them all on him instead.

Surprise gifts, thoughtful presents, using every resource she could to help him, pouring her heart into him without a single complaint.

She thought she was giving him love-surely McNeil would return it in kind.

That is, until she discovered Violet. Discovered that he'd built another home, one identical to theirs, just for her. That was when her heart finally shattered for good.

"I want something handmade by you," Marcus said. "A scarf, maybe. Or a sweater. Even just a keychain you've woven yourself would mean a lot."

When she fell silent, Marcus smiled faintly. "What's wrong? You could make something for Osborn but not for me?"

Suddenly, it made sense-why Marcus was insisting on a gift, and why it had to be something she made herself.

She gave him a resigned look. "What did Osborn tell you?"

held her gaze, then said quietly, "I just thought it was odd. The weather's warming up as spring turns to summer, it's not even cold anymore, but he's always wearing that scarf-which doesn't even match his suit—and

ears flushed-not out of embarrassment,

Osborn had told him it was a

looking at Victoria, with her understated style and not a single designer label in sight, Marcus guessed

why he'd given

much it cost; he

the truth soon, before he went around showing off and got

not what you

looked at her openly, making no

a woman. If you ever need

he was serious. But she had no intention of taking

Green, but I'm not

leaving Quantum

the right

are you

had no intention of agreeing

she couldn't knit a sweater or cook to save her life-those

you regret giving it to me, name your price and I'll buy

want her creation ending up with someone who didn't understand its value—no amount of money would make