The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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

Do you remember that divorce

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

just flared

"I remember..."

that, all desire for her vanished. His interest evaporated, and Victoria seized the moment to unlock the

and McNeil stepped out, one after the other. Xenia had already spotted the car idling at the gate, wondering why it hadn't pulled

Gwyneth had seemed fine during the

mother. Xenia had spent ages calming

ma'am." Xenia hadn't seen them return together in a

"Where's Gwyn?"

home, McNeil wouldn't

Gwyneth just

her room, barefoot and

"Gwyn..."

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