The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 40

McNeil remained perfectly composed, his tone calm as he replied, "We won't be having another child for now."

Madonna let out a cold laugh. "Or maybe you can't have any more children at all. Maybe you should see a doctor."

The old man exhaled sharply through his nose. “Victoria, what do you say?"

He needed an explanation. He'd given the Langford family fifty percent of the company shares for the sake of a grandson. If that wasn't enough, then Victoria's ambition was simply insatiable.

[I'm in the middle of filing for divorce with McNeil. There's no chance for another child.]

Victoria wanted to tell the old man the truth directly, but under the table, McNeil squeezed her hand in warning, his gaze sharp.

McNeil looked the old man right in the eye. "It's my fault. I've been buried in work, hardly at home with Victoria. If we're going to have another baby, it'll have to wait until I can make space for family. I missed Gwyn's birth, and I don't want Victoria to go through that pain alone again."

Madonna's expression shifted, her eyes narrowing. Why did Victoria always seem to get all the attention?

old man's face softened considerably. He nodded. "You should be there for your

silent. Gwyneth, exhausted from playing, was brought over to the main table by a housekeeper. She plopped

when she couldn't reach something tasty. Victoria took care of her daughter's every whim, barely eating herself not

focused on making sure Gwyneth was happy and full. Only after the little girl finished eating and left the table did she

on the sofa in the living room, scrolling through her phone. Videos and news headlines flickered past, and before she knew it, time had slipped

popped up: [Ms. Miller, this is Yulia, your

The profile picture showed a

this time from Yasmine: "Ms. Turner, Yulia Morris asked me for your

the new friend notification without accepting Yulia's request. She replied to Yasmine: "Got

death, never once rushing to take the wife's place. But

girl, waiting all these years, watching her chance finally draw near. No way she'd let

Yulia's request, her expression unreadable. Thankfully, the other woman got the

go home and went

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