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.

suspicious, ruthless when he needed to be. Without that edge, even ten Victorias

But in the end, he was always the one on the

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

cold as they met hers.

think I'm going to turn this into a public spectacle? We have a daughter together, Victoria. Even if we're

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

long as you're with Violet, Gwyneth will still have a 'complete' home, won't she? Wasn't that your plan all along? Let me carry Gwyneth to

anymore." She lifted her glass, the corners of her mouth tugging up in a wry, almost mocking smile. "Today's Gwyneth's birthday, so let me congratulate you. Now that you're free from the wife you never loved, you and your true love can finally live your perfect, fairytale life together. I'm giving you exactly what you wanted, so why can't you let

a little tighter. By the time she finished,

never imagined Victoria would see things

she cut him

tonight was for Gwyneth's birthday—and to let you know: the court will

of

my message-tell him his mom wishes him a happy birthday. I won't be around anymore. If

made up. McNeil could see it in the way she