The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 340 Victoria burst into the restroom, retching so hard she felt like her insides might cup.

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 , 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 chome, her heart inexplicably lifting at the sight of him. Back then, all her happiness seemed to cfrom 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 melo 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 becstagnant. 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. Her mind was always buzzing, her ideas sharper, her body more agile with every passing day. While Victoria was settling back in, Ailie slipped over from the break room, cradling a cup of coffee.

Victoria glanced up as Ailie tiptoed in, looking like a mischievous cat.

"So, did your husband give you hell last night? Are you two okay?" Ailie asked in a conspiratorial whisper.

Ailie had gotten a little too wild at the party yesterday. When the police showed up, she'd been so out of it she thought they were part of selaborate prank. It wasn't until the officer asked for her ID that she snapped back to reality-she'd even tried to climb out a window before being hauled back in.

After they checked everyone's IDs, the police let the women go, but the poor guys weren't so lucky. Ailie had been beside herself, wanting to help but too scared to try.

"No, nothing happened," Victoria replied, accepting the coffee Ailie poured for her. She eyed it, then set it aside. Probably not the best idea for someone pregnant.

Ailie collapsed tically into the chair beside her, sighing like a tragic actress.

Victoria couldn't help but laugh. "What's wrong now?" Wasn't this exactly the kind of fun Ailie wanted? "It's nothing," Ailie groaned. "I just keep thinking that old saying is so true: 'Pleasure is fleeting, but morning always comes too soon.' God, how wonderful it would be to stay in bed with a handsman and not have to get up for work! Money really *is* great. Gorgeous men, luxury, all of it-if only it lasted a little longer." If she'd known, she wouldn't have wasted tdrinking. She hadn't even enjoyed the best part, and now all the guys were gone.

Victoria snorted. "Alright, stop fantasizing this early in the morning. Get back to work." Ailie clung to the door frame, hopeful. "Vicky, will there be a next time?" Victoria almost shut down her computer without saving her work. She shot Ailie an exasperated look, but there was a glimmer of laughter in her eyes.

"There will, there will. With my budget, there'll be plenty more wild nights for you." Ailie beamed. "That's what I like to hear! You're stuck withfor life, bestie." She skipped away happily, leaving Victoria shaking her head. Her smile lingered in her reflection on the computer screen, and for a moment, Victoria just stared.

She hadn't realized how genuine happiness felt until now.

"Victoria, can you cover here for a moment? Ms. Marchand wants all the department heads in her office-she specifically asked for you," George called, interrupting her thoughts.

Victoria powered down her computer, unfazed.

Last week, Violet had been rushed out of the office with a bleeding ulcer. It had only been a week, and she was already back at work.

Victoria couldn't help but compare herself to Violet.

She'd 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 it understandable to take things easy sometimes? She followed George to the conference room, where Curtis was already waiting.

The tech department had been slammed lately. Curtis had tried to ask her out a few times, but she'd Now always been buried in work.

Eventually, even he'd stopped asking her refusals weren't just polite excuses. George was a consummate professional, and Curtis knew if he kept chasing Victoria around the office, the rumor mill would turn on him fast. As CEO, he couldn't afford that kind of talk.

Curtis's feelings for Victoria were complicated.

He'd managed to keep them in check only because he still didn't know if she was divorced px still with her husband. Day after day, working alongside her, unable to make a move-he was quietly going mad. He wasn't the type to meddle in someone's marriage, after all.

When Victoria entered, Curtis gave her a small, reserved nod. She took the seat beside him, unfazed by what anyone might think.

Gossip was already swirling about her-what was one more rumor? Once everyone had settled, Curtis stood and addressed the room.

"We've called this executive meeting because there are two major announcements. First, Ms. Marchand is resigning." The entire room erupted in shock.

Violet, leaving? It seemed unthinkable.

e Everyone remembered how relentless she'd been since taking over-burning the midnight al, driving the company forward. Just last week, she'd been carried out on a stretcher, everyone aware it was a bleeding ulcer from overwork. Yet here she was, looking composed, almost serene, as if none of this fazed her. Not a trace of sadness on her face.