The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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.

didn't bother to hide it. "Victoria." He left out Paul-no

her lip, her voice trembling on the edge of tears. "So... you're too

to ask, but the

overthinking it. I've got

didn't bother to explain

off to the side, watching the two of them, convinced there was some secret, flirtatious understanding flickering

they plotting a date right

good-looking, with features so

night, she'd been the life of the party, surrounded by handsome men, moving her body with a confidence and allure McNeil hadn't known she possessed. He'd

dragged her straight to bed and made

his mind spinning, his

more. This time, he silenced it and shoved it deep into

up for today," McNeil said, glancing at his watch, his voice cool and controlled. “How much longer do we

meaning right away. "Two more

a day, let's just do two hours

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

mouth, protesting, "No. An hour is an hour—I have

shot her a look, pulling the unlit cigarette from his

were aimed at Paul, but

Victoria knew it. Still, she couldn't deny

ever.

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

her work, the rivers and the seas, flowers

to think that men were the least deserving creatures on earth. The more