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.

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

propped herself up, her blouse slipped further, revealing more

fell to her bare skin, and the clarity in his eyes darkened

were, it was difficult to believe they were

reached to pull her clothes back together, but each time she managed one side, McNeil tugged the other loose, leaving her flustered

You forced me back

eyes flashed with a fierce, dangerous light. He leaned

a branch snapped under the weight of snow, the crack sharp

thick and inescapable, as McNeil pinned Victoria beneath him, his

was the middle of the day: if she let him go any further, it would be

"Daddy? Is that you?"

animal, rubbing sleep from her eyes

was out of place, his expression cool and calm—as

torn beyond repair, and she could only grab a coat from the entryway to hide

"Gwyn?"

and swept Gwyneth gently into