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?"

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

not what you think between me

it 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

direction of

a virgin... Everything you know, you learned from me. I wonder if, when he's with you, he

humiliation as his words

and he's certainly

Click.

The call ended abruptly.

no intention of hearing her

was coming apart at the seams. The breakfast in front of her lost all appeal; dragging herself to the business car Stein had left for her,

"Riverbend Gardens, please."

home in Evermore

ask questions, just made sure she'd fastened

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

door, surprised to see Victoria

"May I help you?"

home? I'm a friend

wait here. I'll let

and a few minutes later opened again. "Ms. Turner,

into the driveway. Inside, Osborn was sitting on

"What brings you here?"

loungewear, his usually meticulous hair now tousled

wrapped around his neck- the one she had

rose in her

"Osborn..."

all been taken into custody. They'd pulled

to see me, you