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.

shoulder and climbed out, falling into step beside

hand. This time, she didn't

the steward greeted them, hurrying

the audience, took Victoria's bag from her. As they entered the foyer, he even supported

outstripped the Turners'. The marriage was a step down for Victoria but a big leap up for McNeil. Victoria had the strongest family background of any daughter-in-law the Langfords had ever had, and Madonna had felt overshadowed from the very

Violet-compliant, easy to control, and with no remarkable connections

a polite but distant, "Hello, Mother," as she

bother with a greeting, dashing off

only deepened. She didn't even look their way,

Madonna's favor, tiptoeing around her because she loved McNeil. Now, she

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

yet? It's

in, her tone sharp. "You haven't managed to raise your daughter properly-she can't even offer a polite greeting