The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 429

She ignored McNeil and headed into her room to change, getting ready to go out.

She thought that once she stepped outside, at least she'd get a little peace and quiet. But to her surprise, McNeil-proud as ever-was still hanging around her place.

"Where do you think you're going with that belly?" he asked, eyeing her up and down.

She'd traded her house clothes for a smart maternity outfit-sleek, sharp, the kind you'd expect on the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, not on a gentle, soft-spoken woman. The contrast made it all the more striking, and for reasons he couldn't quite explain, it put him on edge.

"None of your business,” Victoria shot back. “McNeil, let's get one thing straight— not only are we divorced, but even when you were my husband, you didn't have the right to tell me what to do."

It was only after the divorce that Victoria truly felt alive again. She could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted-she'd never felt so free.

"I'll drive you," McNeil offered, reaching for her arm.

Victoria jerked away. "No need. Someone's already picking me up. I don't need you."

McNeil tried to keep his temper in check, but the doorbell started ringing insistently. The housekeeper opened the door, and Lyndon barged in with a rowdy group of teammates, filling the entryway with their laughter and noise.

"Oh, it's you lot again. What are you doing here?" McNeil demanded, exasperated. They were always hanging around Victoria, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what they were after.

there, ex-brother-in-law! We're taking our boss out for a little prenatal class," Lyndon grinned, clapping

felt a vein twitch in his forehead. Prenatal class? With this bunch? He didn't buy it for a

she was already moving past

brushing him off.

follow her, but Lyndon stepped in, blocking his path. "Sorry, Mr. Langford, but Vicky's not Mrs. Langford anymore-you don't really get a say in what

He could only watch as Victoria swept out the door, surrounded by

after she was gone, barely noticing the housekeeper hovering

told us she won't be home for lunch, so there's no need to

few deep breaths, trying to get his

her voice. "Um, sir, Ms. Turner also said that since she's not here, you can't stay either. She pointed out that everything was

his jaw so hard his teeth ached. He yanked the door open and marched out, the housekeeper catching the door

don't slam the door,

hear her, striding toward

to see a line of sports cars roar away from the building, engines screaming, exhaust

the passenger seat of the car

he caught was a glimpse of her hair before the taillights vanished. A heavy, suffocating frustration settled in

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