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.

to see you first thing this morning. Why are you picking on him?" Mrs. Nelson reached over

his grievances. "He kept me drinking all night. Seriously, did he just go through a breakup or something? Why else would he

faces darkened

Paul patted around for his phone. "Where's my

Back at the house-

dressed to go out. His

"Where are you going?"

Gwyneth bounded down the

me out!" she said, big

taking Gwyneth out, McNeil's expression softened a

keys. "Where to? I'll

on the rug and she nearly stumbled

"Really? Can't even walk straight-are

darted away faster

sick, McNeil, maybe see a doctor," she shot back, grabbing Gwyneth and heading

along with Victoria and Gwyneth for the whole morning. By lunchtime, they stopped at a restaurant. Only then did McNeil notice the flood of missed calls from

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

his phone on

answered. "Ms. Nelson. What can I do for

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

seeing his usually controlled, elegant mother let her guard down. Not even his father's funeral

home for dinner tonight. Make sure your darling nephew's there too. I want to

was about ready to explode.

Gwyneth with her lunch, ignoring McNeil's

noticing it

like this

"I'm not picky. Just

you used to like steak and seafood. Hope you

was filled with delicious

didn't hesitate to help herself to her favorites. McNeil devoted himself to serving her, and when she got a bit of sauce on her lip while