The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 339

Chapter 339

McNeil watched Victoria, noting the way she leaned in, focused and intent-so at ease with Paul, so utterly normal. But for some reason, every time he looked at them together, a violent urge flickered inside him.

He fished a cigarette from his pocket, but, unable to light it in the office, just let it hang between his lips.

He could have gone to the smoking area. But Paul was still there, with Victoria. He didn't trust that combination. Not one bit.

Even the smallest smile from Victoria made McNeil want to tear Paul limb from limb.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking through his simmering thoughts. He checked the screen. Violet.

"Yeah?" McNeil answered, making no effort to step away from the others.

"McNeil, I'm being discharged today. Are you coming to pick me up?" Violet's voice was soft, hopeful.

"I'll send someone for you," he replied, his tone flat.

There was a pause on the other end, and then, as if afraid he'd hang up, Violet pressed, "But... aren't you coming yourself?"

Paul's voice drifted over, clear enough to carry through the phone. "Victoria, could you show me that again?"

Victoria chimed in, eager and attentive, asking for guidance as well.

Violet heard every word.

"Who are you with?" she asked, though she already suspected.

to hide it. "Victoria." He left out Paul-no need

voice trembling on the edge of tears. "So...

ask, but the words

overthinking it. I've got things

didn't bother to explain further, just ended the

distracted by Violet's call. He stood off

they plotting a date right under his

Paul was young, good-looking-almost too good-looking, with features so striking they

confidence and allure McNeil hadn't

night, he would have dragged her straight to bed and made her his, over

his mind spinning, his thoughts slipping in

it and shoved it deep into his pocket, ignoring it

watch, his voice cool and controlled.

meaning right away. "Two more days, I

nodded. "Let's not take weekends off. Instead of an hour a day, let's just do

the schedule in stone. Paul looked as if he'd just been granted a royal pardon, practically ready to drop to his knees

her mouth, protesting, "No. An

cigarette from his

Paul,

it. Still, she couldn't deny these lessons had been useful-her game design

ever.

She knew exactly how angry her antics last night had made him. But what was he so upset about? He and Violet were the perfect loving couple, always together. She'd only lost her head a handful

work, the rivers and the seas, flowers and trees-why waste love on a

to think that men were the least deserving creatures

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