The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 266

That night, Victoria tended to Gwyneth with gentle patience, staying by her side until the little girl finally drifted off to sleep.

Watching her daughter's peaceful face in the soft lamplight, Victoria couldn't help but smile. She'd made up her mind to stay here for a while, at least until Gwyneth's emotions settled. After that, she would think about what came next.

Ever since McNeil had snuck into her bed that one night, Victoria found it hard to sleep through the night. She lay awake, eyes open in the darkness, unable to relax.

Sometime near dawn, she heard the iron gate at the front of the house swing open, followed by blinding headlights that swept across the yard, turning night into day. Victoria immediately knew McNeil was home. She glanced at her sleeping daughter, held her a little closer, and shut her own eyes, pretending to be asleep. Still, every muscle in her body was tense.

There had been a time when she'd loved falling asleep in McNeil's arms. Now, the thought repulsed her. If it weren't for Gwyneth, she might have told him to leave- if not with words, then with her actions.

Downstairs, she listened to the muffled sounds of his return. The car engine cut and the front door opened. Xenia greeted him quietly.

had brought the rainy season in full force; the storm outside was relentless. McNeil entered, still damp from the downpour, raindrops

Xenia hurried

Gwyn?" he asked,

back. She's upstairs with Miss Gwyneth-put her to bed already," Xenia replied with a warm

and Mr. McNeil coming back

night after work, just to spend time with his

started seeing that Miss Violet, Mrs. McNeil had grown withdrawn and melancholy. Even little Gwyneth had begun to resent her

herself, barely holding it together. The whole staff worried she

give generous bonuses, and if someone in their family fell ill, she'd not only grant them leave, but also offer extra money and reassurance:

help but like her. After Mr. McNeil started seeing someone else, they all