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?

He nodded. "You should

main table by a housekeeper. She plopped herself down

Victoria for help when she couldn't reach something tasty. Victoria

making sure Gwyneth was happy and full. Only after the little girl finished eating and left

sofa in the living room, scrolling through her phone. Videos and news headlines flickered past, and before she

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

thumb hovered over the screen. The profile picture showed a dignified

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

accepting Yulia's request. She

mother's death, never once rushing to take the wife's

since she was barely more than a girl, waiting all

her expression unreadable. Thankfully, the other woman got the hint and didn't try

night fell, Victoria decided it was time to go home and went to find McNeil

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