The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 419

From the moment she filed the lawsuit against McNeil, Victoria had already consigned him to her past.

"I never thought about it that way. But you're planning to marry someone else while carrying my child-"

He hadn't even finished saying, "I won't allow it," before Victoria cut in, her voice steady and resolute.

"So what if I am? Once the baby's born, whoever I say is the father, that's who he'll call Dad. I learned that trick from you, McNeil. You told Gwyn that whoever her father loved could be her mother, didn't you? Isn't that what you did?

Wasn't it always Gwyn's wish to have someone like Violet for a mother? You gave away the child who came from my own body, handed her over without ever asking me what I wanted.

Well, now I get to decide the fate of the life inside me. If I said today that your worst enemy was the father, the child would believe it."

McNeil never expected a response like that. He found himself half-kneeling before Victoria, an undignified position that stung more than he cared to admit.

Just like back then, when Victoria had lost control and chased after him, begging him to come home.

Now his emotions roiled inside him, tangled and confused by Victoria's words. He could hardly think straight.

Victoria, by contrast, was calm and collected, speaking to him without a tremor in her voice. Their roles had completely reversed.

his frustration, McNeil looked at her, seeing the same unwavering determination

But I won't give up, either. Victoria, for the sake of the child, please think this

to leave. But Victoria's voice followed him, cool

carefully-do it for the child. If you can't be a good

you. I hope you and Violet will treat her well. And please,

chest; this time, Victoria truly meant to let

never going to be anything between me and Violet. Gwyn

gave a

You don't have to come

him, Victoria found herself struggling to breathe, a heaviness

felt like a bird released from its

want to hear anything about McNeil, much less see him

man she'd loved for six years. Pretending he no longer had any

her composure slip. But Mr. Langford, what's over is over. There's no going back

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Violet was left standing alone in the

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