The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 4

She was a person, not some animal driven only by primal urges.

"Divorce me, or it'll be Violet's life on the line. You choose."-

McNeil braced himself, his hand at her collar twisting the fabric so tightly it nearly hurt.

His earlier roughness had already pulled open her neckline, exposing pale, luminous skin that caught the light and his attention.

Setting aside that long-ago teenage history between him and Violet, the truth was, as the second woman to enter his emotional life, Victoria held every advantage.

She was beautiful, intelligent, and—most importantly—she loved him with her whole heart. She poured everything she knew into helping him run The Langford Group.

The financial world had once tried to lure her away with seven-figure salaries, but after marrying him, this genius helped the newly appointed President Langford bring the company to the top of the industry in just three years.

As both Mrs. Langford and his trusted advisor, Victoria's contributions were impossible to ignore. Even now, the family patriarch often congratulated himself for having chosen the right granddaughter-in-law for his grandson.

She waited for McNeil's answer, but the man remained silent.

could hear a pin drop. She wouldn't stand off against him for long. She was tired of sharing her husband with another woman, tired of

her blouse slipped further, revealing more than she

clarity in

difficult to believe they were fighting

time she managed one side, McNeil tugged the other

forced me back just to seduce me. Well, here

with a fierce, dangerous light. He leaned in and claimed her lips, biting

snapped under the weight of snow, the crack sharp in the

the tension simmered, thick and inescapable, as McNeil pinned Victoria beneath him, his hands tracing slowly down

she let him go any further, it would be

"Daddy? Is that you?"

clutched a stuffed animal, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she made her way

was out of place, his expression cool and calm—as if none of the

on the other hand, was a mess. Her blouse was torn beyond repair, and

"Gwyn?"

swept Gwyneth gently into