The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 41

McNeil struggled to keep his temper in check. "Do we really have to talk like this?"

Victoria turned away, refusing to engage.

It was already late by the time they left the old house. Gwyneth, exhausted, curled up against McNeil and soon drifted off to sleep.

Victoria sat quietly beside them, lost in her thoughts.

McNeil's phone screen lit up several times, but he didn't answer. Victoria suspected it was Violet calling, probably wondering why he hadn't come home yet, and getting impatient.

He had bought a house just to live with her, yet still insisted on pretending nothing was going on between them. Victoria couldn't fathom why men acted like this— what was he trying to prove, and to whom?

When they arrived home, McNeil carried Gwyneth inside, while Victoria paused at the door.

Noticing her hesitation, McNeil stopped and glanced back. "Aren't you coming in?" Victoria's gaze fell on their sleeping daughter in his arms. She'd overheard McNeil call his father earlier to say he'd be home late-she knew exactly where he planned to go. If he left in the middle of the night, Gwyneth would be alone unless he took her along, which was impossible now that she was fast asleep.

deliberation,

Gwyneth into bed. Victoria had slept in her daughter's room the night before and hadn't set foot in the master bedroom since. Most of her belongings were

again. He quickly stepped away from Victoria and

daughter's bathroom, changed into a nightgown, and slipped into bed beside her. As soon as Victoria lay down, Gwyneth instinctively reached

world. The moment Gwyneth snuggled into her embrace, Victoria melted. She pressed a gentle

Gwyneth murmured,

morning, Victoria got up early and headed to

housekeeper, had

two breakfasts-one for her and one

driveway. Clearly, he hadn't

out her phone and left him a message: "The agreement's been sent-please sign it as soon

it was

she was due at Quantum Core Technologies for an interview with Ailie. After years of working behind the scenes McNeil's silent

skills and the Turner family's resources, Victoria knew she didn't have to spend

the middle of a management meeting. Two hours later, as the meeting adjourned, his assistant came in carrying an