The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 382

Violet had always insisted: whenever Dad and Mom were together, she must sit between them-only then would people think she was a happy, well-loved child.

Gwyneth thought Violet had a point. But lately, she couldn't help noticing that Dad seemed to have lost interest in her. He was always glued to Mom's side.

She wanted so badly to squeeze herself in between them, but Dad wouldn't allow

it.

"What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you," McNeil said, ignoring his daughter as he sat close beside Victoria, focused solely on looking after her.

Victoria quietly tasted a bite of her food, never meeting McNeil's eyes.

He acted as if nothing had happened today—as if she hadn't sued him in court just hours before.

What truly baffled Victoria was that, even though he'd skipped the hearing, he could come home and cook dinner for her and Gwyneth as if nothing was amiss.

With their daughter at the table, Victoria knew she couldn't bring up the divorce. No need to risk unsettling a child's heart and mind.

Gwyneth probably had

whole meal serving Victoria and their daughter-pouring drinks, peeling shrimp, seeing to their every need. At one point, when he noticed a bit of soup at the corner of Victoria's lips, he instinctively reached for a napkin, halfway to dabbing her mouth before seeming to remember something. He paused, then simply handed her

your mouth," he said, gesturing toward

took the napkin without thinking. After she finished,

passing through his dark eyes before all emotion receded. He picked up

else left for us to talk about?"

stilled, her fork midway to her mouth. At that moment, Gwyneth set down her own fork, announcing, "Mom, Dad, I'm going upstairs to play. Don't forget to call me when it's time

tomorrow was Saturday, she could stay up late. She'd heard about a new game

didn't notice a thing. Grown-up problems

her little footsteps faded upstairs did the tension between

up at court today?" Victoria pressed,

marriage, this should all be straightforward. Violet was back, healthy again, and with her

top of Starfall City. By all rights, McNeil should be happy to see her

to push the divorce papers on her.

frankly, she didn't care anymore. She

I go?" he replied flatly. "My wife wants a divorce and sues me for it. I don't want a divorce, so I didn't show up. What you do is your business; I can't control that. But what I do is mine, and you can't force my