The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 504

Ailie glanced from Victoria to McNeil, lying motionless in the hospital bed. "Vicky

Victoria's expression remained calm, with not a trace of blame for Ailie.

"I'm divorced from him. But he's still the father of my three kids."

Ailie's frustration flared. "So what, you plan to stay single forever? Just hang around him for life?"

Victoria shook her head. "It's not about hanging around. After the divorce, I never planned to remarry. Honestly, I'm fine on my own. You know me-I'm not the kind of woman who needs a man as some kind of accessory."

She meant every word.

She'd married McNeil out of love, given up every passion she had and thrown herself into the fire, only to end up burned to ashes.

She'd had Gwyneth for love, too. As for Chris and Celia, she simply couldn't abandon her own children. She'd brought them into the world-there was no way she could ever destroy them.

That's just a mother's instinct.

Ailie had never experienced that head-over-heels kind of love, never loved anyone so deeply it left a mark. She didn't understand.

that's why, now,

brought her. That pain was part of her—part of being a woman who'd loved. But after everything he'd done,

stop worrying about me. I'm not staying single

Ailie had stopped listening. For a split second, she almost wished McNeil hadn't made it out of the

me-if McNeil wakes up and asks

her head

Don't tell me. I don't even want to

wall. Victoria watched her go, feeling a tangle of emotions and,

for another chance suddenly seemed beside the point. She wasn't even sure he'd

sure she even knew how to love anymore. McNeil could choose to keep sleeping, never to wake. But she

her-two little mouths to feed,

"McNeil-"

since the divorce, she looked at him without bitterness, without

a deep, aching emptiness, as if a piece of

them. They'd become so deeply ingrained in each other' lives, so tangled

messy, indescribable connection-something far more complicated than love -was what left

would always be