The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 14

Despite having ignored Victoria for so long, it was McNeil who clung to the idea of not getting a divorce. The irony was just too much.

How utterly absurd.

She burrowed deeper under the comforter, refusing to budge. Any woman in her shoes-listening to her cheating husband say those things would probably find it laughable.

Had he really gotten things this backwards? Or was this just another trap set by the Langford family?

She waited a long time, but McNeil didn't get a response. His words hung in the air, as if he were talking more to himself than to her.

"We've been married for years now, Victoria. We have a child together. Do you remember last month? We were still talking about giving Gwyn a little brother, making our family complete, just like we always wanted." His voice softened, emotion catching at the edges. There was even a hint of tears in his eyes.

"Oh, I see," Victoria snapped, unable to hold back any longer. "So when that precious little brother grows up, you'll just hand him off to Violet too?"

She threw off the covers, the cold night air making her shiver. McNeil wasted no time-he rushed over and pulled her into his arms, holding on tight as if letting go would mean losing everything.

tensed

anger. "Don't lay those filthy hands on me the ones that have already touched another

through the window, casting a cold light across Victoria's face. The icy finality in

struggled he tried to hold her close, she tried

be reasonable," he pleaded, his deep voice tinged with frustration. But Victoria only responded with

did Mr. Langford decide to start giving me life

remembered just a week ago, she'd called him, asking if he even remembered he had a wife waiting for him at home. He'd told her she was being ridiculous and hung

wanted to talk

treatment just to save her. Even Gwyn could do without me, his own mother. And now you want to talk about reason? The only thing the Langfords have ever taught me is that it's every man for himself and if you get hurt,

his arms. She fought desperately to keep her emotions in check-she refused to show

years. Even a family dog would have earned some affection by now, but not her. McNeil had given every ounce of his love

face was deathly pale as she stared straight at

you ever love me? Just once—just for a day—did

and even in the darkness, Victoria didn't