Mrs. Nelson was so startled by what she’d just heard that her fork slipped from

her hand and clattered onto her plate. Even though she hadn’t caught most of the conversation, the phrase “seducing your sister-in-law” rang out loud and clear.

Madonna caught it, too. She slapped her palm on the table, stood up abruptly, and glared daggers at Victoria.

“Victoria, what’s your problem? Wasn’t it enough that you messed with McNeil? Now that your own husband doesn’t want you, you’re after our Paul?”

Victoria’s face froze for a second; she was clearly annoyed at being accused of something so ridiculous.

She picked up a napkin and, with deliberate calm, dabbed at her fingertips. “And who’s seducing whom, exactly?”

Paul’s face flushed a deep red-assuming she was talking to him, he blurted out a confession.

“It was me. I tried to seduce her.”

“Nobody asked you.”

Mrs. Nelson, Madonna, and McNeil snapped in unison, their faces twisted in anger.

Paul, who’d half-risen from his seat in his eagerness to confess, immediately sank back down, looking like a guilty defendant in a trial-only, this time, it seemed the gun wasn’t pointed at him.

Victoria looked around the table, her tone cool. “So, is this some kind of inquisition?”

McNeil’s expression darkened. After a tense pause, he answered, “No. I just wanted you to meet the family, so no one tries to take advantage of you.”

Paul slumped in his chair, grumbling, “How was I supposed to know Victoria was your wife? You never introduced her. I thought you were single.”

Under the table, Mrs. Nelson kicked her son’s shin. “That’s enough out of you.”

Madonna jumped in, “Who’s to blame for that? If you were presentable, maybe McNeil would have brought her around. Honestly, it makes sense he didn’t.”

Victoria remained silent. There was no point in arguing. She wasn’t here to prove she was Mrs. Langford; maybe she’d cared about that once, but not anymore.

McNeil shifted gears. “I’ll have Mr. Garcia set up an engineering position for you at Quantum Core Technologies. You’ll have your own office, and every day, Paul will spend an hour teaching you programming.”

Victoria glanced at McNeil. Since he was arranging this for her, she decided to let it be.

Whatever snide comment she’d been about to make, she swallowed it.

McNeil added, “And I’ll be supervising.”

Paul had just taken a sip of water and immediately sprayed it across the table. “Cousin, do you have to treat me like a criminal? I have some dignity, you know.”

Victoria had no objections. With McNeil handling Paul, she wouldn’t have to play caretaker or indulge Paul’s desperate need for attention. She was more than happy to let McNeil take over.

At last, Mrs. Nelson and Madonna seemed to understand what was going on. Mrs. Nelson, who’d been anxious about what to do with Paul, was all too eager to agree.

“Listen to your cousin. Do whatever he says.”

Madonna, however, was having none of it. “No way. McNeil, what do you mean, sending Paul to work in some company to teach Victoria? Gwyn’s still so young- she needs her mother. If Victoria’s working, who’s going to look after the child?”

Of course Madonna opposed it; she was hoping Victoria would divorce her son sooner rather than later. Word was, the two had already split and Victoria had moved out. Why were they back together again? Clearly Violet was useless-she couldn’t even keep her own son loyal.

Victoria cut in, her tone icy. “I’m not a nanny. If you’re so worried, you’re her grandmother. Gwyneth can stay with you.”

Gwyn, who’d been happily munching on her favorite food, looked up with her mouth full and announced, “I’m not staying with Grandma. She’s like the wicked witch on TV.”

Madonna exploded. “Victoria, is this how you raise your daughter?”

“Enough,” McNeil interrupted.

He slammed his fork down, pulled Victoria to her feet, and said, “We weren’t here

for dinner anyway. Paul, report to Quantum Core Technologies tomorrow. One

hour in the tech department, and I’ll be there to supervise.”

With that, he scooped up his daughter in one arm, took Victoria’s hand with the other, and strode out of the dining room without another word.