The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 39

Victoria kept her head down, rapidly texting back and forth with Ailie. It had been so long since they'd seen each other that Ailie seemed determined to keep the conversation going, hopping from topic to topic.

When they finally pulled up to the old family estate, McNeil got out of the car with Gwyneth in his arms. He waited for a while, expecting Victoria to follow, but she still hadn't emerged.

After setting Gwyneth down, McNeil doubled back to look for her. He found Victoria still sitting in the back seat, her fingers flying across her phone screen, completely absorbed in whatever she was writing.

McNeil rapped lightly on the window. The driver, still waiting in the front, looked nervous-he wouldn't dare rush Mrs. Langford, let alone leave her unattended.

Victoria finished her last message and, hearing the knock, turned to see McNeil's less-than-pleased expression.

"We're here. Are you planning on getting out at all?"

It was only then that Victoria realized the car had stopped. "Oh," she said simply.

her bag over her shoulder and climbed out, falling into step beside

surely notice if they seemed at odds-McNeil reached for Victoria's hand. This time, she didn't pull away. If he

home," the steward greeted them, hurrying over with

and, ever the gentleman for the audience, took Victoria's bag from her. As they entered the foyer, he even supported her by the elbow, guiding her carefully up the steps,

of them enter hand in hand, Madonna McNeil's mother- couldn't help but frown. She'd never liked Victoria. When Victoria married in, the Langford family's influence and wealth in Starfall City had far outstripped the Turners'. The marriage was a step down for Victoria but a big leap up for McNeil. Victoria had the strongest

Madonna preferred Violet-compliant, easy to control, and with no remarkable

"Hello, Mother," as

a greeting, dashing

disapproval of the mother and daughter only deepened. She didn't even look their

gone out of her way to win Madonna's favor, tiptoeing around her

patriarch, seeing his grandson and Victoria looking so affectionate, was all smiles. He called them over to sit by his

child yet? It's about time to start planning, don't you think?" he said,

raise your daughter properly-she can't even offer a polite