The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 383

"Yes, so whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

McNeil's words were so blunt, Victoria almost laughed out of sheer frustration.

"Whatever I want, you'll give it to me? No, you've got it wrong. After all these years of marriage, everything you have-half of it is mine. That's what I deserve, not some generous handout from you, Mr. Langford. I'm not begging, and you're not doing me a favor."

As Victoria's anger flared, a dull pain twisted in her stomach. She forced herself to ignore it, not wanting McNeil to notice anything out of the ordinary.

If he found out she was pregnant now, even getting a divorce would be a problem -the law didn't allow a woman to file while expecting. She didn't want more complications; she just wanted a clean break, to finish the paperwork and walk away with no regrets.

"Say whatever you like," McNeil replied, his tone flat. "Whatever it is you want, I'll give it to you."

That actually surprised Victoria. She'd assumed he was stalling, plotting some last-ditch effort to drag her into a messy battle.

But when McNeil finally spoke, his words caught her completely off guard.

She stared at him for a long, silent half-minute, unable to look away.

McNeil wasn't the forgiving type. He was cunning and suspicious, ruthless when he needed to be. Without

as his unwavering support. But in the end,

kind of stress that left ulcers and scars, they'd both been

hers. He

public spectacle? We have a daughter together, Victoria. Even if we're not husband and

back. But it was far too late; she'd stopped believing in him a long

with Violet, Gwyneth will still have a 'complete' home, won't she? Wasn't that your plan all along? Let

tugging up in a wry, almost mocking smile. "Today's Gwyneth's birthday, so let me congratulate you. Now that you're

word, McNeil's heart twisted a little tighter. By the time she finished, his hands

Victoria would see

started, but she cut him

don't care about your explanations. The only reason I came back tonight was for Gwyneth's birthday—and to let you

draining the last swallow of wine, then picked up her purse from

celebrate with Gwyneth. And please, pass along my message-tell him his mom wishes him a happy birthday. I won't be around anymore. If Gwyneth ever needs me, you know how

it in the way she stood, in