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.

moment's deliberation,

her belongings were already back at her sister Simms's place, save for a few spare clothes that Yasmine had dropped off; there was barely

again. He quickly stepped away from Victoria and disappeared around the

beside her. As soon as

The moment

Gwyneth murmured, "Ms.

next morning, Victoria got up early and headed to

housekeeper,

breakfasts-one for her

was gone from the driveway. Clearly, he

him a message: "The agreement's been sent-please sign

it was getting late,

to wake Gwyneth for preschool. At nine, she was due at Quantum Core Technologies for an interview with Ailie. After years of working behind the scenes McNeil's silent partner, it was time to step out

knew she

meeting. Two hours later, as the meeting adjourned, his assistant came in carrying an