The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 240

"Let's talk when I get back."

After ending the call with Gwyneth, McNeil let himself dwell in a brief moment of heaviness before slipping back into his usual cool detachment.

Victoria arrived at the café where she and Marcus had agreed to meet. She'd half expected to see Max there, but to her surprise, Marcus was alone.

She hesitated for a moment, caught off guard.

"Max has a school event today, so he couldn't make it," Marcus explained, noticing her surprise.

Victoria set the gift she'd brought on the table in front of him. "That's a shame. I'd hoped to surprise him for his birthday, but since he's not here, I'll have to rely on you to pass this along."

Marcus glanced at the neatly wrapped box. "You really didn't have to."

From the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a small, elegant box—something that looked unmistakably valuable.

"What's this?" Victoria asked.

"Open it. See if you like it," Marcus replied, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"You're giving this to me?" Victoria said, surprised.

She opened the box, and inside lay an exquisite diamond necklace.

Victoria knew jewelry—she was an expert. This piece was a custom design by Allian, released in an extremely limited run. Even among high society's elite, no one could get their hands on one. Yet here it was, right before her, courtesy of Marcus.

She was so sure because she'd designed it. Victoria was the founder and chief designer of Allian. It was a passion project, something she poured her heart into during rare moments of leisure, but never her main pursuit. As a result, her creations were vanishingly rare.

The necklace had been released in her late mother's honor, and most of the few available pieces had gone to her mother's closest friends—a quiet expression of gratitude toward the women who had supported her mother and the Turner family through the years.

Thinking of her mother brought a sharp pain to Victoria's chest. Her stomach twisted, her heart aching.

Some things in life are simply unfair. When someone is gifted, or achieves what others cannot, it's easy to believe they're among the rare few favored by fate—a multi-talented prodigy, blessed beyond reason.

But Victoria had never believed in perfection. She'd been granted talent, yes, but never the happiness of a simple, loving family.

She was intelligent and wise, but hopelessly entangled in the complexities of love.

Fate never allows for perfection.

If she could live her life over again, she'd forgo every gift and talent, just to be ordinary—someone who could rest her head in her mother's lap, who could have a warm and happy little family.

They say when one door closes, another opens. But for her, fate had thrown open the gates to genius and welded shut the door to happiness.

And there was nothing she could do about it.