The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 471

McNeil's hands stilled mid-slice, the sharp knife hovering over a half-cut pear. He turned, eyes darkening as he leveled a cold look at Victoria.

"Victoria, is it really that unbearable to be alone? I'm still a person here, you know. If you need help, you could just ask me why do you insist on running to that man who left you stranded during your date?"

He spat out the words in a single breath, frustration flickering across his features. For once, his composure broke, and something raw and resentful leaked through.

Victoria's patience snapped.

"Do you know why I let you stay?" Her voice was icy calm, almost detached. "You think it's for the kids? No, McNeil. You give yourself too much credit."

She met his gaze, unwavering. "The moment I decided to divorce you, there was no turning back."

Her tone was eerily even, as if she were recounting someone else's story. "Do you remember how you used to leave me alone at home, no matter how much I yelled or pleaded, just so you could run after Violet?"

Over the years, disappointment had worn her down; by now, nothing he did could surprise her. The last shreds of hope had vanished long ago.

McNeil's expression hardened, the walls he'd so carefully built over the past months cracking. He'd given up everything, even his company, just to stay close to her and the kids. Not for this: not for more blame, more hatred.

"Are you really going to bring this up again? I've told you a thousand times-there was nothing between me and Violet."

were cold, utterly devoid of affection. There was no love left-but

had something with Violet, or anyone else, isn't my concern," she said quietly. "What you do with other women is your business, not mine. McNeil, don't bring

"Then what do you want to

"I don't want to hear anything. You never said a word all those years, but your actions spoke for themselves. Back then you didn't bother to explain,

voice cool and resolute. "I don't owe you an

enough to bark

two nannies. McNeil's

trying to control my life, don't bother coming over to cook anymore. I've got Chris and Celia-if you don't want Gwyneth, hand her

nodded at the nannies.

to leave, Gwyneth emerged from her room, catching sight of

are you fighting

her daughter. "No, sweetheart, Daddy and Mommy aren't fighting. I'm just taking

lit up.

with all three children. A few years ago, he would have torn the house apart in a fit of rage.

huddled nearby, bracing for an explosion. But instead, McNeil stayed. He quietly picked up the pieces of a vase Victoria had knocked over,

The staff exchanged disbelieving

here, Mr. Langford let Ms. Turner yell at him without so much

whispered, “Did Ms. Turner save Mr. Langford's life or

another replied. "He's so mild-tempered-just watched his wife leave with all