The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 295

Victoria could see from their calm expressions that they weren't lying, which meant nothing had happened to Stein after all.

Relieved, she finally made her way to the dining table and started in on her hearty breakfast.

Around ten o'clock, her phone rang. When she saw the name "McNeil" light up on the screen-a name she'd only recently unblocked her heart skipped a beat.

"Hello..."

This time, she didn't keep him waiting and picked up right away.

"Pick Gwyn up from school tonight."

The command came in that same clipped, bossy tone, as if their intimate night together had changed nothing at all.

"I can't make it. I have something to do."

There was a short silence on the other end, then-

"I already asked Curtis. You're not at the office, either."

Victoria's stomach tightened. McNeil let out a cold, humorless chuckle. "You're in such a hurry to go see your boyfriend, huh? You must be really worried about him."

His voice was steady, devoid of any warmth.

"I'm allowed to have my own life. You promised you wouldn't cause him trouble." Victoria knew that trying to explain anything while McNeil was in this mood was pointless-he wouldn't believe her anyway.

"Oh? Remind me what exactly did I promise you?"

His tone turned mocking. "You mean what happened in bed? Wasn't that your duty? We'd barely finished before you were running out the door. Afraid if I had him locked up, you'd never get to see him again?"

to reach through the phone and slap that

it's not what you

just clever in business, but it turns out you're even more talented with

direction of his

learned from me. I wonder if, when he's with you, he ever thinks

with anger and humiliation as his

and he's certainly not my lover. He's my

Click.

The call ended abruptly.

no intention of hearing her

utterly drained, like her body was coming apart at the seams. The breakfast in front of

"Riverbend Gardens, please."

home in

sure she'd fastened

daze. Thanks to McNeil's crude tirade, she felt sick to her stomach. It wasn't until Osborn's house came

family's housekeeper answered the door, surprised to see Victoria on the

"May I help you?"

I'm a

her suspiciously. "Please wait here. I'll let him know

a few minutes later opened again. "Ms. Turner, Mr. Osborn says you may come

driveway. Inside, Osborn was sitting on the sofa, looking a shadow of

"What brings you here?"

loungewear, his usually meticulous

scarf wrapped

lump rose in her

"Osborn..."

mother, even the old man-had all been taken into custody. They'd pulled every string they had to protect

happy to see me, you