The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 317

After all that, Victoria messaged K with a heartfelt apology. She explained there was something going on at home, so she couldn't make it over and might not be able to see him for a while.

Meanwhile, Paul slept like the dead, but his internal clock never failed to jolt him awake at exactly six-thirty in the evening.

He waited and waited, but there was still no sign of Victoria. A bandage was still stuck across the bridge of his nose from yesterday-McNeil's punch had nearly broken it, and even now, Paul couldn't quite shake off the lingering dread. What he really couldn't figure out was why his own cousin had hit him in the first place.

When the doorbell rang, Paul's heart skipped-maybe it was Victoria. Instead, it turned out to be a delivery guy.

Paul scowled. "I didn't order anything."

The delivery guy double-checked. "The address is right here. This is for you."

Paul took the bag and opened it, only to find a full spread-four entrees and a hearty soup, all neatly packed.

He instantly knew who had sent it.

That woman who'd been clinging to him for days, only to run off the moment she had enough.

So she thought she could just order him some food and be done with it? What a joke.

Without a second glance, Paul dumped the whole bag straight into the trash, not even bothering to see which five-star restaurant in Starfall City it had come from.

That meal must've cost over a thousand bucks, but Paul couldn't care less. He blocked Victoria's number without a shred of hesitation.

Victoria, after work, went to pick up Gwyneth. By the time she remembered K, it was already late.

tucked Gwyneth in, she

so sorry I couldn't make it today. I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I ordered what I've been making for you lately-no chili, no

was busy gaming and hadn't seen it, so she didn't think much

the master bedroom she'd once shared with McNeil. She worried he might come home, certain she'd be wide awake all

He didn't even feel like stopping by Winding Peak

for dinner, but he just said he'd be heading back to the old house. That was the

the house were on, but the master

and headed first to his daughter's room, thinking

fast asleep, hugging her stuffed animal, and felt a strange sense of relief

shoes and made

was asleep in the master bed, her breathing deep and even-clearly, she'd

beside her, careful as he

sleeping face. Right then, he realized he didn't

the thought of his wife-McNeil's wife-letting anyone

still echoed in his mind, making his blood boil. If Paul weren't his

of her nose, and finally, to her

no way she could keep ignoring him with the way McNeil kept shifting

Eventually, she woke up.

Her tone was flat,

reached out, gripping her delicate chin until

Not happy to see

hated being manhandled like this, but with McNeil pinning her down, there was no

was always stronger when he was angry-or when he wanted something. Her experience