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."

utterly devoid of affection. There was no love

"What you do with other women is your business, not mine. McNeil, don't bring it up-I don't want

wrist. "Then what do you want to hear? Just tell

almost mocking smile. "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,

resolute. "I don't owe you an explanation for anything I do. And do me a favor-stop following

long enough to

the two

you keep 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 back to

the nannies. "Let's

Gwyneth emerged from her room, catching sight

Mommy, are you fighting

temper, softening her tone for her daughter. "No, sweetheart, Daddy and Mommy aren't fighting. I'm

eyes lit

ago, he would have torn the house apart in a fit

stayed. He quietly picked up the pieces

The staff exchanged disbelieving

it was the husband lashing out, the wife shrinking away. But here, Mr. Langford let Ms. Turner yell at him without so much as

save Mr.

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