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,

to keep up appearances for the family patriarch-who would surely notice if they seemed at odds-McNeil reached for Victoria's hand. This time, she didn't pull away. If he wanted to put on a show, she'd play along

welcome home," the steward greeted them, hurrying over with

foyer, he even supported her by the elbow, guiding her carefully up the

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 family background of any daughter-in-law the Langfords had

and with no remarkable connections

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

even bother with a greeting, dashing off to

the mother and daughter only deepened. She didn't even look their way,

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

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

talked about having a second child yet? It's about time to start planning,

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