The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 268

The next morning, Victoria woke to find her daughter still sound asleep beside her.

Her whole body ached, as if she'd spent the night tied up in knots. Nothing felt quite right.

Downstairs, the clatter of plates and silverware drifted up from the kitchen-house staff busy setting the breakfast table. A glance at the clock told her it was already seven.

She noticed there was no sound of a car engine in the driveway. Did that mean McNeil hadn't left yet? He always made a point to leave for the office before seven, especially if she was home-he never took Gwyneth to school himself, so his mornings started early. In fact, Victoria couldn't recall the last time he'd actually had breakfast at home in the past six months.

She rushed through her morning routine, washed up, and hurried downstairs.

Sure enough, the staff were setting out three place settings in the dining room- McNeil planned to eat with them.

"Good morning, ma'am," the staff greeted her in turn. Victoria nodded, and just then, Xenia appeared at the stairs with Gwyneth in tow.

Victoria had barely taken her seat before Gwyneth scampered over, climbed into her lap, and snuggled close.

She'd intended to finish breakfast alone-anything to avoid sitting at the same table as McNeil.

"Mommy, I want some toast," Gwyneth said, her words clear and confident, unlike her mumbled speech yesterday.

Victoria noticed the swelling in her daughter's face had gone down, her features back to normal.

"Alright, but did you brush your teeth?"

Just last night, while checking Gwyneth's teeth, she'd found two cavities. Thankfully, her daughter was almost at the age to lose her baby teeth, so it wasn't a huge worry yet-but Victoria had started supervising Gwyneth's brushing much more closely.

herself this morning," Xenia chimed in, beaming. "She even

teeth

a moment, surprise flickered across Victoria's face, but it quickly faded, replaced

up, Gwyn. I'm proud of

praised her without

eat candy before bed or

affectionately

was ticking. After this, she'd need to drive Gwyneth to school before heading to work

at the table

was dressed in a sharp black suit, his broad shoulders and athletic frame a testament to years of discipline

morning, sir,"

down at his

spare him a glance, her attention focused entirely

by Gwyneth's occasional chatter. There was

two this morning," McNeil finally said his only

not necessary. If I need a car, I'll call

to pick her

"Alright,

instructing

me to look into regarding Mrs. Langford?" Maynard asked quietly on the phone. McNeil glanced at

bring it," McNeil replied, tucking away his phone and finishing his

the door in less than