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.

body tensed like

McNeil," she said coldly, voice trembling with anger. "Don't lay those filthy

through the window, casting a cold light across Victoria's face. The icy finality in her expression cut straight through McNeil —it felt like a hole had been punched right through his

to hold her close, she tried

with

giving me life lessons, instead of just

a wife waiting for him at home.

he wanted to talk

give up his own 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

fought desperately to keep her emotions in check-she refused to show any weakness to this man who'd never truly cared for her. But

affection by now, but not her. McNeil had given every ounce of his love to Violet. He'd even taken her child -what was left for

pale as she

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

in the darkness, Victoria didn't miss the