The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 320 Ever since that night he stormed out and slammed the door, he hadn't set foot in the master bedroom again.

At first, Victoria was on edge, every night half expecting him to return, but over tshe grew used to it—and even started sleeping better for it. Honestly, she hoped he'd never cback. She'd had enough of his unpredictable moods and endless .

He could pull several all-nighters in a row and still show up to work fresh as ever the next morning. Victoria wasn't so lucky. She didn't have his relentless energy.

A single sleepless night left her fighting back yawns the whole next day, knowing one mistake in her code could snowball into disaster.

For a whole week, Victoria juggled work and child care. Thank God her stamina was above average; anyone else would've collapsed long ago.

When the weekend finally rolled around, Victoria ignored McNeil's unreasonable demands. She was sure he wouldn't chto the villa anyway, so she took Gwyneth straight to her grandfather's place.

Gwyneth couldn't wait to spend the day at the old family estate. Victoria didn't bother saying goodbye to anyone; she just hopped in her newly tuned Ferrari and sped off.

Paul was already waiting for her on an empty country road, surrounded by a gang of his fellow racers. Victoria's car appeared on the horizon, slowly rolling into view.

She stepped out, dressed head-to-toe in crisp white activewear, a sun visor perched on her head. The moment she emerged, her athletic figure caught every eye.

"Paul, you have excellent taste," one of the guys whistled. "Where do you even find women like that? Set us up, will you?" The whole crew stared, openly gawking.

Victoria strode over to Paul. Even in flat sneakers, her nearly five-foot-seven fralmost matched his six feet. Together, they looked like the perfect power couple-handsand striking, they drew every eye.

Paul hadn't taken his eyes off her since she arrived.

"Ready to start?" she asked, glancing at his car-a Lamborghini.

"You'll be at a disadvantage in different models. Want to switch?" she offered, genuinely trying to help. Paul just grinned. "I'll give you a thirty-second head start." Victoria smirked. "Alright. Your call." The group crowded around as Victoria climbed into her souped-up Ferrari. Paul was so cocky-he was in for a shock.

Every car Victoria drove was customized; whenever the urge to show off struck, she was always ready.

At the starting line, everyone watched eagerly. Paul sauntered up to her window, and Victoria rolled it down.

He leaned in, flashing a teasing grin. "Last chance to quit. Be my girlfriend, and I'll teach you everything I know." Victoria slipped on her sunglasses-a picture of cool confidence, a far cry from the gentle housekeeper she'd been at his place.

Paul's heart thudded against his ribs.

"You said you'd givethirty seconds-" Victoria reminded him.

Paul shrugged and stepped back from the car.

The second Victoria hit the gas, her Ferrari shot off like a rocket, vanishing in a blur.

The guys barely had tto react before the red Ferrari disappeared entirely from view. "Damn-Paul, what are you waiting for?" someone shouted, swearing in disbelief.

No one expected the Ferrari to move like a bat out of hell; they were all left dumbstruck. Even Paul froze. In a panic, someone shoved him into his car.

"If.

f you don't get after her, she'll be gone!" Damn, she was fast. That car had to be modified.

Only real racers brought tuned cars to these meets, but they'd all taken Victoria for a rookie-never even bothered to check her ride.

Paul tore after her, slamming the pedal to the floor, but Victoria was already out of sight.

When the rest of the crew realized something was up, they jumped into their own cars and joined the chase.

In front, a pack of sports cars roared down the road. Half a lap later, Paul suddenly spotted a flash of red streaking past his window-Victoria had overtaken him and was now drifting smoothly to a stop five hundred yards ahead.

Paul slammed on the brakes, tires shrieking against the pavement The others, startled by the sudden blockade, all braked hard to avoid a pileup. Victoria stepped out, pulling off her sunglasses. Her long, dark hair whipped in the wind, making her look impossibly cool.

"You lost," she said, arms folded, casually leaning against the hood.

Paul stared in disbelief. He'd lost sight of her entirely, so how had she looped around and overtaken him? "Where the hell did you cfrom?" he managed.

Victoria just looked at him coolly.

"Don't worry about it. Besides, I m already lapped you once and caught up again. You're still on your first lap. You lost fair and square-ready to admit it?"

Paul's friends all piled out of their cars, gaping at the striking woman in front of them. For a split second, a familiar feeling swept through the group. Vivian- No one was faster than her. Not in this world.

But... was it possible? "You-" Paul stammered, unable to find his words.

With so many witnesses-his own friends-there was no way he could deny it.

Paul shrugged off his jacket and tossed it into his car, sweat soaking through his shirt and revealing the clean lines of muscle underneath.

Victoria didn't even glance at his body; her eyes were fixed on his fox-like, mischievous gaze.

"So, who are you really?"