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?"

reach through the phone and slap

not what you think between

think you were just clever in business, but it turns out you're even more talented with men. Does he

the direction of his words

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

humiliation as his words

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

Click.

The call ended abruptly.

had no intention of hearing her

at the seams. The breakfast in front of her lost all appeal; dragging herself to

"Riverbend Gardens, please."

in Evermore

made sure she'd fastened her seatbelt before

McNeil's crude tirade, she felt sick to her stomach. It wasn't until Osborn's house came into view that she managed to pull

answered the door, surprised to see Victoria

"May I help you?"

Osborn home? I'm a friend from

"Please wait here.

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

the driveway. Inside, Osborn was sitting on the sofa, looking

"What brings you here?"

wore comfortable loungewear, his usually meticulous hair now

glanced at him, noticing the familiar blue scarf wrapped around his

lump rose

"Osborn..."

all been taken into custody.

to see me, you know. Why the long