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

given him advice and resources, stood behind him as his unwavering support. But in the end, he

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

hers. He curled

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

back. But it was

home, won't she? Wasn't that your plan all along? Let me carry Gwyneth to term and then

she can have children now. So you don't have to worry about being childless 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

By the time she finished, his hands were clenched so hard his knuckles had

never imagined Victoria would

He started, but she cut him off, her

doesn't matter anymore. I don't care about your explanations. The only reason I came back tonight was for Gwyneth's birthday—and to let you know: the court will reconvene for a second hearing soon. Even if you refuse to show

back her glass, draining the last swallow of wine,

want to 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

it in the way she stood, in the finality of her