The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 330

Victoria didn't let go of McNeil's hand until they reached the front gate. "The show's over. I can walk by myself."

McNeil stood outside in the wind, holding Gwyneth in his arms, his face growing colder by the second.

Once they got in the car, Victoria and Gwyneth sat together in the backseat.

Through the rearview mirror, McNeil glanced at Victoria, but she turned her face away, staring out the window. In truth, there was nothing to see-just darkness pressing up against the glass.

When they arrived home, Victoria got out with Gwyneth without waiting for anyone to open the door.

McNeil followed them inside. As soon as they stepped into the living room, his phone began to ring. The caller ID said Violet.

Victoria's steps faltered just a moment; she seemed to know who it was, but she didn't turn around. Instead, she went straight upstairs.

McNeil shoved his phone back into his pocket without answering.

Gwyneth looked up at him. "Daddy, who was that? Was it Violet?"

She hadn't eaten enough at Grandma's house, and if Violet was calling, maybe it meant they could go out and get something tasty.

"Could you make something for

looked down at Gwyneth. "No, it wasn't her. When Xenia finishes cooking, I'll call you and Mommy

seen Victoria barely touch her food at Madonna's house, and he himself

three more times, but no one picked up. At the bar, Isaac knocked back a

Is he really busy, or

"Didn't you just say he's at home with

at Curtis. "Mr.

indifferent look. "If you're not calling,

"Fine, fine, if none of you are calling, then I'll do it. Maybe he'll bring his

faltered instantly, but Isaac didn't care if she was happy or not; he was just

Everyone pretended to keep drinking, but their ears might as well have been

you? Come

Isaac's call

nearby, turned even

with you?" McNeil

around. "Of course it's just Marcus and Curtis. Who else would it be?"

paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was deliberately