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.

thing this morning. Why are you picking on him?" Mrs. Nelson reached

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

women's faces darkened

Paul patted around for his phone. "Where's

Back at the house-

dressed to go out.

"Where are you going?"

Gwyneth bounded down

out!" she said, big blue eyes shining up

Gwyneth out,

up his car keys. "Where to?

foot caught on the rug and she nearly

an arm around her waist. "Really? Can't even walk straight-are you a kid or something? Want me to carry

Victoria darted away

she shot back, grabbing

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

he told the server to let her order, but

as McNeil set his phone on

answered. "Ms. Nelson. What can

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

to her family, McNeil could always count on seeing his usually controlled, elegant mother let her guard down. Not

sure your darling nephew's there too.

was about ready to explode.

her lunch, ignoring McNeil's phone

glanced at the table, noticing it was covered

like this

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

remember you used to like steak and seafood. Hope

was filled with delicious

devoted himself to serving her, and when she got a bit of sauce