The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 322

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of McNeil's lips, the

upward tilt betraying his good mood.

"Coming home," he said, and ended the call.

On his way back, he passed by a flower shop and decided to pick up a bouquet.

When he arrived, Gwyneth was the first to greet him at the door.

"Wow, Daddy, the flowers are so pretty!"

She reached out, trying to grab them, but her little arms couldn't even begin to wrap around the bouquet. McNeil dodged her tiny hands. "These are for your mom."

He glanced around the hallway. "Where is she?"

"Mom's in the kitchen. I told her I wanted chicken wings in cola sauce, and she said she'd make them for me."

Gwyneth was beaming, still delighted from the game her mom had just played with her.

McNeil headed to the kitchen. The chicken wings were already set out on the table, but Victoria was nowhere to be seen.

Xenia happened to walk by as he stood there, still holding the bouquet.

"Where's Mrs. McNeil?"

"She got a phone call and stepped out," Xenia answered without hesitation.

McNeil's face darkened instantly. Without a word, he tossed the bouquet straight into the trash and strode out of the house.

Gwyneth ran over to the table, thrilled to see her favorite chicken wings ready, but paused, watching her father's retreating figure with confusion. "What's wrong with Daddy?"

"Oh, what a

the mister is away, the missus is down in the dumps. Now that she's started ignoring him, he's the one losing his mind. Those two are a pair of star-crossed lovers

roaring, leaving the household staff startled. They'd never

dialed Paul as he

picked up,

the address. Now

"What's up with you? Jumping out of your skin. Didn't you just invite that

to play it cool, but his heart was pounding.

McNeil kept haunting him. He'd said he'd come by earlier and never showed. Now this-what was

A few minutes later, Victoria

spotted her and let out a whistle. Victoria, unfazed, had

flowing dress with a warm-colored cardigan, her long hair draped over her shoulders. She looked every

"Hey, sis-in-law-"

her with a chorus. Victoria

off his

subtle thumbs up-some things

just to keep you company drinking,

and you had the day off. Figured I'd invite you out

her wholesome outfit, she clearly wasn't

on, I'll teach you how to

her down on the sofa

there's nothing else, I'll get

had her wild days. Now, she was past that; this scene didn't interest

roll the dice, count the numbers. Loser takes a drink. Don't worry, just a

to let her leave, and his

or waste time arguing, made a deal. "Five rounds, best of three. If you win, I'll drink with you. If I win, you let me

these days, she thought-they're playing the same games we used up years ago. Paul's friends whistled again, surprised by how readily she agreed. Paul himself hadn't expected it and

talk big. Bring it