The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 259

Chapter 259

Watching her unnecessary gesture, McNeil let out a dismissive laugh. "Victoria, is there any part of you I haven't seen before?"

Victoria's expression turned even colder. "That was then. This is now."

She was Victoria-no longer some Langford family accessory, and certainly not anyone's plaything.

"McNeil, this ends now."

No love, no pain.

No matter how crude his words, she felt nothing.

The longing and devotion that used to fill her gaze-gone. He searched her eyes and saw only indifference.

The woman who once gave everything for him without complaint, the wife who was anxious and insecure without him, the one who would fall apart at even a hint of another woman in his life-she was no more.

Victoria's face was remarkably calm, as if McNeil no longer held any power over her.

the classic mistake men always make a mistake women could never truly

remember

stirred her heart. McNeil had never really belonged to her alone, and she no longer wanted something so easily

and the heat that had just flared up between them was slowly snuffed out by Victoria's icy

"I remember..."

His interest evaporated, and

it hadn't pulled in, and saw the chauffeur

Miss Gwyneth home with him. Gwyneth had seemed fine during the day, but by nightfall, something was clearly

for Victoria, sobbing that she missed her mother. Xenia had spent ages calming her down and

seen

"Where's Gwyn?"

home,

Gwyneth just

could finish, Gwyneth came stumbling out of her room, barefoot and tear-streaked,

"Gwyn..."

daughter bathed in sweat, Victoria moved to embrace her, but Gwyneth shrieked and tried to run

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