The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 341

Victoria sat quietly, listening without a word. As Violet’s gaze swept over her, she searched in vain for any sign of emotion. In fact, Violet suspected Victoria was completely checked out, her mind wandering far from the meeting.

“Thank you all for your support these past few months,” Violet said with a gentle voice and a bright smile. “Working together with you has been one of the most inspiring and rewarding chapters of my life. But, as all good things must come to an end, I really am leaving the company.”

The executives exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.

“Ms. Marchand, you’re not stepping down because of health issues, are you?” Jack spoke up first. “If that’s the case, we understand. But if not, Mr. Garcia, is there really nothing we can do to convince her to stay? Ms. Marchand has always been a driving force in the company.”

Once Jack broke the ice, the others quickly chimed in.

“He’s right, Mr. Garcia. With Ms. Marchand here, we’ve moved forward at a breakneck pace. She’s led us to achieve things I never would’ve believed possible. The other day, when I handed my wife a bonus check that was triple my usual, she actually complimented me for the first time in her life—said she’d married well.”

The room erupted in laughter. It was obvious to everyone that no one wanted Violet to go.

Violet basked in their praise. This was exactly the effect she’d been hoping for.

“Victoria?” Violet suddenly called out, catching her off guard.

Someone nudged Victoria’s elbow. “Ms. Marchand is talking to you.”

Victoria’s stomach had been churning ever since she’d stepped into the office. She’d been forcing herself to sit through the meeting, barely able to focus on the flattery and praise being tossed around.

“Hm? Uh—”

She felt sick.

It was getting harder and harder to hold it in.

“What do you mean, Victoria?” Violet’s eyes narrowed, sharp and probing, as if she could pierce right through her.

The real reason Violet had called this meeting was for Victoria. In just a bit, she planned to make a major announcement—one that she wanted Victoria to hear in person. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Victoria’s face when she learned how McNeil had really treated her. Would she still be so calm and collected, still putting on that strong, independent front, working herself to the bone just to prove herself to McNeil?

No matter what Victoria did, no matter what tricks she used to keep McNeil close, it wouldn’t change a thing. Violet would be the one to come out on top.

Victoria’s stomach twisted painfully. She knew exactly who was causing this commotion inside her.

It was as though her body recognized something unpleasant—just as she’d started to feel a flicker of revulsion toward McNeil, the nausea would hit. Walking into the office and seeing Violet sitting at the head of the table made her instinctively frown, and then the queasiness would start again.

Maybe this little one inside her was fighting on her side.

“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” Victoria blurted out, unable to hold it back any longer.

Ailie immediately stood up too. “Mr. Garcia, I’ll go check on her.”