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

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

McNeil, Mrs. Langford, welcome home," the steward greeted them, hurrying over

entered the foyer, he even supported her by the elbow, guiding her carefully up the steps, as if she

a step down for Victoria but a big leap up for McNeil. Victoria had the strongest family background of any

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

distant, "Hello, Mother," as she

a greeting, dashing off to

the mother and daughter only deepened. She

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

so affectionate, was all smiles. He called them over to sit by his side, instructing the steward to take

child yet? It's about time to start planning, don't you

in, her tone sharp. "You haven't managed to raise