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?"

wanted nothing more than to reach through the phone and slap that smug mouth

it's not what you

turns out you're even more talented with men. Does he know how wild you were in my arms last night? Tell me, did he come first, or

suddenly, the direction of

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

face burned with anger and humiliation

boyfriend, and he's

Click.

The call ended abruptly.

had no intention of

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

"Riverbend Gardens, please."

in Evermore

questions, just made sure

sick to her stomach. It wasn't until Osborn's house came into view that she

housekeeper answered the door, surprised to

"May I help you?"

home? I'm a friend

her suspiciously. "Please wait here. I'll

again. "Ms. Turner, Mr. Osborn says you may

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

"What brings you here?"

usually meticulous hair

him, noticing the familiar blue scarf wrapped around his neck- the

lump rose in

"Osborn..."

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

me,