The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel 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 drama. 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.

“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.