The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 257

But now, she no longer bothered to involve herself in the affairs between father and daughter. No matter why McNeil reached out to her, her mind was consumed only by her daughter's safety.

"Are you sure you can handle this alone? My phone's on twenty-four-seven-if that jerk tries anything, I'll call the cops before he even knows what hit him."

Ailie said it with such fierce loyalty that Victoria almost laughed despite herself. "I'll be fine. Let's keep in touch, okay?"

Victoria saw Ailie off to her car, making sure to remind Yasmine to get her home safe, no excuses.

She worried Ailie might lose her temper and come storming back to confront McNeil, which could put her in real danger.

A sleek black sedan idled at the curb, its window rolled halfway down, McNeil's face half-hidden in shadow.

Victoria stared at the car that, once upon a time, had carried her little family on happy outings. Now, it carried another woman. A bitter irony twisted inside her. Only as she drew near did she realize—it was a new car altogether.

The automatic door slid open. McNeil, dressed in a crisp black suit, sat ramrod straight, his expression unreadable. Victoria met his gaze with her own mask of indifference.

"What do you want?"

didn't even look at her.

Victoria lifted the hem of her skirt

was shadowed and tense, the heavy

nor prompted to. McNeil kept his eyes forward, his

once shared. After the driver stepped out, Victoria reached for the door handle-only to hear the distinct click of the

dimness of the car, McNeil's features

you picking me up to see

in her voice. It was almost astonishing that he still remembered they had a home

remember Gwyn. I thought Max was your real son

for no reason. Victoria had no

followed her all evening, only to drag

so she wouldn't have to look at him, Victoria braced

took her silence as guilt, and the anger simmering in his