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.

hide it. "Victoria." He left out

her voice trembling on the edge of tears. "So... you're too busy with her to come get

hadn't meant to ask, but

tightening his features. "You're overthinking it.

to explain further, just ended the

talked about, McNeil had missed it, distracted by Violet's call. He stood off to the side, watching the

a date right under

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

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

would have dragged

sent his mind spinning, his

time, he silenced it and shoved it deep into

for today," McNeil said, glancing at his watch, his voice cool and controlled.

away. "Two more days, I

of an hour a day, let's just do two hours tomorrow and finish it up. Keep it

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

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

a look, pulling the unlit cigarette from his mouth.

were aimed at Paul, but Victoria felt the

never changed his mind, and Victoria knew it. Still, she couldn't deny these lessons had been useful-her game

ever.

was already in a foul mood; Victoria could see it. 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

She could love toy boys, love her work, the rivers and the seas, flowers and

was starting to think that men were the least deserving creatures on earth.