Third POV
Things were going according to plan, or at least that was what Gina Wolfe thought when she pushed open the heavy front door of the luxurious matrimonial home that had once belonged to Finnegan and Victoria.
And should still belong to them, but no one was particularly concerned about that now, except the press and Victoria’s old antics. Gina had far more important things to think about.
She stepped into the living room and stopped short. Victoria was pressed against the back of the sofa, her dress hiked up around her thighs, moaning softly as Devin kissed her deeply.
His hands moved possessively over her body, one tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist. Victoria’s fingers clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer like she couldn’t get enough.
"Oh, for goodness sake." Gina’s lips curled in annoyance, eyeing the scene with barely concealed disgust.
It wasn’t like she hated Victoria — no, the girl was decent enough, and her sweet boy loved her. It simply infuriated her when they both lost their minds and forgot that they still needed to be extra careful.
Her son pulled back slowly, lips glistening, a lazy smirk settling on his face. Victoria had the decency to look mildly embarrassed as she smoothed down her dress, her cheeks still flushed.
"Mom," Devin greeted warmly, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. "You’re early."
Gina let the door fall shut behind her with a sharp click, her gaze narrowing on them both. "Early? Or just in time to remind the two of you how dangerous this little game of yours is?"
Her cold eyes cut to Victoria. "You’re supposed to be playing the devoted wife in public, not throwing yourself at my son while Finnegan is still legally your husband. It’s barely eleven in the morning!"
Victoria straightened, lifting her chin. "We were just playing around. I missed him, you know that."
Any other time, Gina might have shrugged it off and let the two of them have their moment. But she was furious. Finnegan cancelling her projects had gutted her primary source of funds.
Now that her path to CEO of Wolfe Corporation had been severed, everything else was unravelling with it. And she still had to move faster before Finnegan and that insufferable Kellerman girl pushed their investigation any further.
"Save it," Gina snapped at Victoria before turning to Devin, her expression softening just a fraction the way it always did for her favorite child. "Devin, you know better. One slip and everything we’ve built comes apart."
Devin shrugged, pulling Victoria firmly against his side. "Relax, Mother. We’re careful. It’s not like Finnegan is going to walk in here. And I’m tired of sneaking around. Since he knows I’m alive, there’s no reason to keep hiding."
"He knows you’re alive but not that you’re sleeping with his wife," she said sharply.
"Do you want to destroy everything? Your birthday is barely a month away. We were supposed to have him neutralized by now."
"Instead, I’ve lost my shot at the CEO position, the board is turning against me, and that Kellerman girl is still breathing down our necks. Victoria, instead of wasting time with Devin, you should be making sure your reconciliation tour actually holds. Yet here you are playing house while Finnegan pushes for divorce."


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