The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 325

Victoria hadn't expected Paul to hang up on her.

He'd promised to teach her the algorithm-was he backing out now?

On Saturday, she got herself ready, while Gwyneth waited for her to wake up at home.

When Victoria came downstairs, Gwyneth lit up with excitement.

"Mommy, I brushed my teeth and ate breakfast like a good girl, and I finished my homework, too! Are you taking me out today?"

She'd been waiting all morning, eager for her mom to take her somewhere fun.

Victoria nodded and headed to the dining room. As she passed the trash bin, she caught sight of a bouquet of flowers tossed inside.

Xenia glanced at it as well. The bouquet had been brought home by the mister yesterday, presumably for his wife. When he'd thrown it into the trash, Xenia noticed it was still fresh. Not daring to throw it out herself, she'd just left it there. "The flowers were from the mister. Maybe he meant them for you," Xenia offered. Victoria's expression didn't change. For her?

Yeah, right.

If they were for her, why were they in the trash?

At the hospital, Paul had woken up.

His first sight was his tearful mother, his father barely containing his anger, and his aunt-McNeil's mother-stoic as ever.

"You're awake, Paul. Don't you dare go out drinking like that again! Look at yourself, nearly landed in intensive care. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Mrs. Nelson sobbed, her eyes red and swollen.

Fitch wanted to scold Paul, but a warning glare from Mrs. Nelson shut him up. "You're awake, that's what matters. I'll let your mother talk to you—I've got to get back to work," he said, making a quick exit.

Madonna, his aunt, stood silently by the bed, her expression unchanged-ten years of the same unflappable calm.

"Auntie, my cousin's lost it lately," Paul blurted out as soon as he was conscious. Mrs. Nelson's tears clung to her lashes, while Madonna frowned, unsure what he meant.

Your cousin came to see you first thing this morning. Why are you picking on him?" Mrs. Nelson

batted her hand away and turned to Madonna, pouring out his grievances. "He kept me drinking all night. Seriously, did he just go through a breakup or something? Why else would

faces darkened in

patted around for

Back at the house-

to find Victoria dressed to go out. His gaze instantly turned

"Where are you going?"

then, Gwyneth bounded down

me out!" she said, big blue

realized Victoria was taking Gwyneth out, McNeil's

up his car keys. "Where

the rug and she nearly stumbled

"Really? Can't even walk straight-are you a kid or something? Want me to

Victoria darted away faster than

doctor," she shot back, grabbing Gwyneth

for the whole morning. By lunchtime, they stopped at a restaurant. Only then

menu to Victoria, he told the server to let her order, but she passed it to Gwyneth instead. "Order

on the table,

answered. "Ms. Nelson. What can I do

your mind? You got Paul so drunk he ended up in

elegant mother let her guard

dinner tonight. Make sure your darling nephew's there too. I

was about ready to explode. Victoria,

with her lunch, ignoring McNeil's phone

glanced at the table, noticing it was covered in

like this stuff?" he

him a look. "I'm not picky. Just looking

to like steak and seafood.

the table was filled with delicious

help herself to her favorites. McNeil devoted himself to serving her, and when she got a bit of sauce on her lip