The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 88

Conscience?

She wanted to ask him-did he even have one?

"You signed the divorce papers. We're nothing to each other now."

Victoria tried to shove him away, but McNeil wouldn't budge.

He moved closer, his presence dominating, the heat of his breath brushing her cheek as he pinned her against the cold wall.

Once upon a time, his nearness would've left her blushing and breathless. Now, all she felt was fury.

"McNeil, this is a public place. Don't make a scene."

Her words only earned a derisive snort from him.

"A public place? You never got over the fact that we kept our marriage a secret. If someone sees us now, what's the harm? We're husband and wife, Mrs. Langford. What's there to hide?"

A sharp slap landed across his face, but McNeil didn't even flinch.

Victoria was shaking with rage.

She'd begged him for recognition, for a place at his side, but he'd always found an excuse to keep her out of sight. Now that they were divorced, suddenly he wanted to parade their relationship in public.

you're insane.

had no intention of

McNeil had no intention of

Who is that man, anyway? Looks old enough to have a wife and kids. You like being someone's secret, hiding in the shadows? If you're so comfortable in the dark, why not stay my

you could be

even bother

whatever you want. It's none of your

about to indulge him with

"Ms. Turner? Ms. Turner!"

was calling her name,

still had her

restaurant, not exactly sprawling. Sooner or later, Yasmine would

about shame, but Victoria

no right to

her wrist

what about Gwyn? You're just going to walk away

to play hardball-she'd show him just how

Aren't you afraid his wife

more vile his words, the more disgusted

like you. He doesn't have a wife, and I'm not some home- wrecker. Not

was nothing like him-he cherished his wife. McNeil didn't even

you're damaged goods, Victoria? Used and discarded? You played