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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 96
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Chapter 96 Victoria stood there in a daze, utterly bewildered.

Chaos erupted around her, drawing the attention of both the gallery's security and the visitors. Nearly everyone paused, eager to watch the spectacle unfold.

Violet and McNeil stood side by side, the picture of a perfect couple, their eyes drifting toward the commotion. Victoria hurried over and managed to separate Osborn and Marcus before things escalated further.

The crowd swelled, everyone catching on that this was a classic case-two men fighting over a woman. "Who knew? Victoria's more popular than she looks," someone commented with a smirk.

Violet spotted Victoria at the center of the . This time, McNeil's supposed rival had shown up in person. She shot McNeil a pointed glance. "So, what's the real story between you and Victoria? Did she misunderstand us and decide to cheat because of it?" McNeil had no idea who Osborn was or why anyone thought he was fighting for Victoria's affection. If he had to guess, Osborn was probably the guy who'd picked Victoria up from Teague's place.

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"She's not my concern anymore," McNeil replied coolly.

He didn't elaborate, but Violet's heart skipped a beat. Not his concern? What was that supposed to mean? She was sharp enough to know when not to push. If McNeil didn't want to talk, she wouldn't press him.

At least she understood one thing-something Victoria clearly hadn't grasped: Victoria's attempts to catch McNeil's attention had backfired spectacularly.

"Daddy, what's going on over there? Is that a fight? Is that Mommy?" Gwyneth tugged at McNeil, peering over at the commotion.

With a stony expression, McNeil steered his daughter away. "That's not your mom." Meanwhile, security finally intervened, urging Osborn and Marcus to stand down or maybe the two men simply wore themselves out.

"Osborn, have you lost your mind?" Victoria snapped, barely restraining herself from saying worse. Osborn's lip was split, his eyes full of disdain. "You're really defending this jerk?" Victoria gritted her teeth. "He's not my husband." "Not your husband? Then who is he?" Osborn's eyes cleared with sudden realization.

Had he just punched the wrong guy? "He's just a friend. Nothing more," Victoria replied.

Then she had to turn and explain the entire mess to Marcus as well.

"I'm fine. Your boyfriend was just worried about you-l can't blhim," Marcus said, though inwardly he was already plotting to knock Osborn out the next tthey crossed paths.

Victoria shot him an exasperated look. "He's not my boyfriend." Marcus fell silent.

By the tVictoria finally made it home, it was late. Her mind was a jumble-she didn't even have the energy to think about McNeil.

She headed for a shower to unwind, but her phone rang. It was Gwyneth. Victoria considered ignoring it, but her daughter kept calling, so she relented and picked up.

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"What is it, sweetheart?" It was well past bedtime, but Gwyneth was still awake.

"Mommy, what about that game? When are you coming hto play withagain?"

After leaving the museum, McNeil had bought her a new doll, but it had only held her attention for KalPan hour before she was bored. Earlier that day, Max had beaten her at a game. Now, the more she thought about it, the more upset she became. These days, it seemed the only thing Gwyneth wanted from her was another round of their favorite game. "Mommy's just a little busy right now. Can we play together in a few days?" Victoria tried to soothe her.

But Gwyneth wouldn't let it go.

"But Mommy, you're always busy. I haven't seen you in ages. Can't you chand stay with me?"

"Didn't I just take you to the amusement park a few days ago?" Victoria reminded her. The moment Gwyneth saw Violet, she'd run straight to her, completely forgetting about her own mom. "But..." Gwyneth's voice quivered, clearly gearing up to pout.

Victoria cut in gently, "Tell you what, let's make that gyour birthday present, okay? Be good forme, e m honey. Need to get your birthday gift ready, so I can't chfor a while. We'll celebrate together on your birthday, all right?"