The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 14

Despite having ignored Victoria for so long, it was McNeil who clung to the idea of not getting a divorce. The irony was just too much.

How utterly absurd.

She burrowed deeper under the comforter, refusing to budge. Any woman in her shoes—listening to her cheating husband say those things—would probably find it laughable.

Had he really gotten things this backwards? Or was this just another trap set by the Langford family?

She waited a long time, but McNeil didn’t get a response. His words hung in the air, as if he were talking more to himself than to her.

“We’ve been married for years now, Victoria. We have a child together. Do you remember last month? We were still talking about giving Gwyn a little brother, making our family complete, just like we always wanted.” His voice softened, emotion catching at the edges. There was even a hint of tears in his eyes.

“Oh, I see,” Victoria snapped, unable to hold back any longer. “So when that precious little brother grows up, you’ll just hand him off to Violet too?”

She threw off the covers, the cold night air making her shiver. McNeil wasted no time—he rushed over and pulled her into his arms, holding on tight as if letting go would mean losing everything.

Victoria’s whole body tensed like a drawn bowstring.

“Don’t touch me, McNeil,” she said coldly, voice trembling with anger. “Don’t lay those filthy hands on me—the ones that have already touched another woman.”

Outside, the glow of snow reflected through the window, casting a cold light across Victoria’s face. The icy finality in her expression cut straight through McNeil—it felt like a hole had been punched right through his heart.

They struggled—he tried to hold her close, she tried to break free. Neither would yield.

“Victoria, be reasonable,” he pleaded, his deep voice tinged with frustration. But Victoria only responded with a bitter, mocking smile.

“Reasonable? Since when did Mr. Langford decide to start giving me life lessons, instead of just being annoyed with me?”

She remembered—just a week ago, she’d called him, asking if he even remembered he had a wife waiting for him at home. He’d told her she was being ridiculous and hung up without another word.