The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 401

McNeil had never been this anxious before. He found himself checking his reflection in the full-length mirror over and over, fussing with his clothes, adjusting how he sat, smoothing out his expression until it looked gentle enough.

At three in the afternoon, a message popped up-a company contact request on his work app. The name didn't belong to any business he recognized. Then a video call came through.

Suddenly, Victoria's face filled his screen.

It had been more than three months since the divorce-more than three months without seeing each other. McNeil had thought he'd found his composure by now, but the moment he saw Victoria, all that calm evaporated.

"Where are you right now? I need to see you."

Hers was the face he'd been yearning for day and night, yet now all he could do was stare at this digital version, separated by a cold pane of glass.

Victoria's expression was unreadable, distant in a way that made her seem almost like a stranger. He felt a tremor of fear.

"If you have something to say, make it quick. I only have ten minutes."

McNeil could see the floor-to-ceiling window behind her. Victoria looked noticeably fuller, her cheeks soft and glowing with health. She seemed utterly at peace, more radiant than ever, as if these past months had treated her well-too well.

elegant lines of her face were blurring into something rounder, almost cherubic.

been trying to reach her for weeks, losing

perfectly calm. "We're

her life. Even if she weren't pregnant, she would have wanted nothing more to do with him.

mean in person, not

smile. "I don't see the point. We're barely more

McNeil's hands balled into fists and then

you'd spend time with her three times a week. You broke your

a soft, derisive laugh. "It doesn't matter whether I'm there or not. Gwyn's growing up-she needs a mother's love, sure, but

a clear signal: she

his teeth. "So you're just going to walk away

said something he never thought he'd hear from her

final, you were already preparing her for a new stepmom. I'm not worried about her. Whatever happens, you're still her father. You'd never

he tried, she'd already anticipated. There was nothing left he could use to hold onto her. She was free to

explained everything. There's nothing

nothing between you. I believe you. But McNeil, what difference does it make to

devoted partner; the hurricane who could turn their home upside down in a heartbeat. But he'd never seen her like this: serene, untouchable, her eyes so clear and cold they made him want