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.

came to see you first thing this morning. Why are you picking

night. Seriously, did he just go through a breakup

women's faces

for his phone. "Where's

Back at the house-

came home to find Victoria dressed to

"Where are you going?"

bounded down

big blue eyes shining

Victoria was taking Gwyneth out, McNeil's expression softened a

up his car keys. "Where to?

foot caught on the rug and

around her waist. "Really? Can't even walk straight-are you a

darted away faster than a

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

stopped at a restaurant. Only then did McNeil notice the flood of missed calls from

the server to let her order, but she passed it

set his phone on the table, it

Nelson. What

he ended up

family, McNeil could always count on seeing his usually controlled, elegant mother let her guard down.

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

to explode. Victoria, meanwhile, was focused

her lunch, ignoring McNeil's phone

noticing it

like this stuff?" he

look. "I'm not picky. Just looking at it fills

food. "I remember you used to like steak and

the table was filled with

favorites. McNeil devoted himself to serving her, and when she got a bit of sauce on her lip while peeling shrimp, he reached