The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 340

Victoria burst into the restroom, retching so hard she felt like her insides might come up.

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 drama, 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 came home, her heart inexplicably lifting at the sight of him. Back then, all her happiness seemed to come from 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 melodrama 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 became stagnant. 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 some elaborate 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 dramatically 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 handsome man 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 time drinking. She hadn’t even enjoyed the best part, and now all the guys were gone.