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."

devoid of affection. There was

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 it

grabbed her wrist. "Then what do you want

said a word all those years, but your

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

enough to bark an order. "Pick

at the two nannies. McNeil's

kids out for dinner. If 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

nodded at the

was about to leave, Gwyneth emerged from

are you fighting

herself to rein in her temper, softening her tone for her daughter. "No, sweetheart, Daddy and

eyes lit up.

years ago, he would have torn the house

instead, McNeil stayed. He quietly picked up the pieces of a vase Victoria had

The staff exchanged disbelieving

the husband lashing out, the wife shrinking away. But here, Mr. Langford let Ms. Turner yell at him without so much as a word in return, cleaning up after her

Ms. Turner save Mr.

mild-tempered-just watched his wife leave