The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 340

Victoria burst into the restroom, retching so hard she felt like her insides might come up.

She'd never been this miserable before. When she was pregnant with Gwyneth, her daughter had been the picture of tranquility—no morning sickness, no drama, nothing like this.

Once she finished dry heaving, Victoria smoothed her hair and returned to her desk.

Passing Paul's makeshift office, she noticed McNeil was gone.

She exhaled in relief.

With McNeil out of sight, her whole body felt lighter.

It was such a sharp contrast to before, when she used to count the hours until he came home, her heart inexplicably lifting at the sight of him. Back then, all her happiness seemed to come from him.

Now, just seeing McNeil made her temples throb in pain.

She couldn't understand why, back when he was with Violet, she'd been so desperate to see him, clinging to him with the melodrama of a soap opera-tears, tantrums, and all.

But once she shifted her focus to making money, it was like someone had flipped a switch inside her.

She remembered those endless days and nights helping McNeil turn The Langford Group around. The challenges were relentless, yes, but she'd never grown so much, never felt so alive.

Ironically, in the years when The Langford Group had finally stabilized, her life became stagnant. Nothing new, nothing exciting-just Gwyneth and McNeil, day after day. Her energy, her spark, her very soul seemed to dull.

But now, even with a baby on the way and the occasional bout of nausea, she felt more alive than ever.

always buzzing, her ideas sharper, her

over from the break room, cradling a cup of

glanced up as Ailie tiptoed in, looking

night? Are you two okay?" Ailie asked

up, she'd been so out of it she thought they were part of some elaborate prank. It wasn't until the officer asked for her ID that she snapped back to reality—she'd

the women go, but the poor guys weren't so lucky. Ailie

Ailie poured for her. She eyed it, then set it aside. Probably not

beside her, sighing like a tragic

help but laugh.

the kind of

is so true: 'Pleasure is fleeting, but morning always comes too soon.' God, how wonderful it would be to stay in bed with a handsome man and not have to get up for work! Money really

she'd known, she wouldn't have wasted time drinking. She hadn't even enjoyed

stop fantasizing this early

frame, hopeful. "Vicky, will there be a

computer without saving her work. She shot Ailie an exasperated look,

more wild nights for you." Ailie beamed. "That's what I like to hear! You're stuck with me for life,

happily, leaving Victoria shaking her head. Her smile lingered in her reflection on the computer screen, and for a

genuine

the department heads in her office-she

down her

out of the office with a bleeding ulcer. It had only been a week, and she was

help but compare herself to

long since realized her own laziness stemmed from one thing: her bank account had more zeroes than she could count. With that kind of cushion, wasn't