The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 404

Isaac rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed.

"You guys are such hypocrites. Why pretend to be these upstanding gentlemen? Life's short-if you want to have fun, just go for it. What's the point of acting so uptight?"

He leaned in and kissed the woman on his left, then gave the one on his right a playful slap. "Alright, ladies, seems these gentlemen aren't interested tonight. Why don't you find someone more fun to hang out with?"

Isaac raised his glass, taking a long drink before continuing.

"Since everyone's here, I've been dying to ask-what's with the long faces? McNeil's divorced, you two got dumped, and now you're all suddenly heartbroken? Come on, none of you are exactly known for your deep, undying love affairs. So why the melodrama?"

Marcus shot him a lazy glare. "Guys like you, who can't stay out of trouble, wouldn't get it."

Isaac scoffed. "Curtis, I've got to say, I'm starting to have my doubts about you. Remember that night Marcus and I went out for a drink? That woman Marcus liked-she ordered a bunch of male dancers. I've never seen Marcus look that defeated. Honestly, I get it if you two are the brooding, self-restrained type, but Marcus is one thing. Then Mr. Langford himself decides to join the fun, calls in a raid and gets the whole hotel busted. I saw him literally carry that woman Marcus liked out to his car. McNeil, it's no wonder your marriage fell apart. I'm honestly curious-just how many women do you have? One wife tucked away at home, a girlfriend on the side, and some mystery woman none of us have ever met?"

The other three men instantly realized what he was getting at. Marcus and Curtis paused,

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playing

cold. "I don't know anyone named Fannie. But that model car hanging on your wall-Victoria's the one I gave it

shattered, shards digging into his palm. All three

up, voice low and deliberate. "Don't tell me you know this Victoria Curtis is

looked as if he'd been struck. He remembered the rumors about McNeil and Victoria at The

But now...

impossible-what were the odds? But if it were true, McNeil's composure was unreal. All those months he'd let

into fists as the realization settled

was flat. "We're divorced. Does it really

his palm, but none of

had been right under their noses the entire time, and even as she'd become a frequent presence in their lives, none of them had