The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 315

The driver suddenly changed course halfway through the trip, steering the car straight toward Victoria's house.

Haley was more than a little surprised to see McNeil show up unannounced. She knew he'd come on his own, because the lady of the house had gone straight to bed after coming home-there was no way she'd arranged to meet with him. "Sir," Haley greeted, opening the door.

"Where's Mrs. Langford?" McNeil asked immediately.

"She's already in bed for the night."

McNeil checked his watch, skeptical. "Asleep? This early?"

Hearing that Victoria was home, his mood improved slightly.

Haley explained, "She's barely been sleeping these days. For the past week, she's come home in the early hours, sometimes not until sunrise. The company must be keeping her busy. Tonight, she had dinner and then went straight upstairs to rest."

McNeil felt a surge of heat rush to his head. "She's been staying out all night?"

Haley suddenly realized she might've said too much, but what was done was done there was no taking it back.

Before she could think of how to salvage the situation, she heard the car door slam shut behind her. McNeil had already gone.

muttered. "He seems so

out. He'd never been like this before-always calm, always courteous, never one to let his emotions show. Even when Victoria had argued with him

as abruptly. It was impossible to predict what

From her perspective, if Victoria truly didn't care for him anymore, she'd actually support them going their separate ways. Better that than ending up like her own parents' tragedy, with only heartbreak

becoming bold-now she could spend nights away and not even bother to explain. He had no desire to return to the villa they'd shared; the anger burning inside him made him restless, unwilling to go back to the office or anywhere else. So he turned the car

with her cousins, and didn't notice McNeil's arrival. His mother, Madonna Nelson, hadn't seen her son in ages,

Madonna found comfort in these days was that McNeil

treat or two, and the little girl would tell her anything she

he headed off to find his grandfather, she quickly called him

late-don't bother your grandfather right now. Whatever you have to say, save

paused, then turned to leave, only for Madonna

yet. He's worried sick about that precious

shot his mother a disinterested glance, then fished a cigarette out

I supposed to do, babysit him? Besides, it's the middle of

over. "He may be your cousin, but Paul's always been a strange one. He barely lets anyone near him except you. All he does is mess around with useless things-computer games, cars, extreme sports, never a quiet moment. Your uncle wants him to come back and take over the family business, but Paul ignores him. At least he listens to you. Maybe you could talk some sense into

a long drag. "And what do you want me to do

even listen to your own mother? When you were with Violet, you'd at least listen to her. She's been trying to marry into this family for years—who would have guessed you'd turn around and marry Victoria instead? I can't help but feel sorry