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.

it. "Victoria." He left out Paul-no need to mention someone Violet didn't

tears. "So... you're too busy with her to come get me, is

hadn't meant to ask, but the words spilled

it.

to explain

He stood off to

they plotting a date

good-looking-almost too good-looking, with features so

Victoria? Just last night, she'd been the life of the party, surrounded by handsome men, moving her body with a confidence and allure McNeil

have dragged her straight to bed and made her his,

memory sent his mind spinning, his thoughts slipping in directions

more. This time, he silenced it and shoved it

his watch, his voice

his meaning right away. "Two more days, I

a day, let's

if he'd just been granted a royal pardon, practically ready to drop to his knees

her mouth, protesting, "No. An

pulling the unlit cigarette from his mouth. "It's settled. You

were aimed at Paul,

his mind, and Victoria knew it. Still, she couldn't deny these lessons

ever.

him. But what was he so upset about? He and Violet were the perfect loving couple,

stopped loving him. She could love toy boys, love her work, the rivers and

the least deserving creatures on earth. The more you cared for them, the

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