The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 23

If McNeil had said those words to her even just two weeks ago, Victoria might have believed him.

Now, all she wanted to do was throw up.

His handsome face was nothing more than a mask, a lure to ensnare hearts. He’d flit from one woman to the next, never satisfied, sweet-talking her at night while putting on a show of devotion for Violet by day.

To the outside world, McNeil was the perfect gentleman—wealthy, refined, untouchable. In truth, he was no different from every other charming, unfaithful man out there. If anything, he was better at playing the part, making everyone believe he was madly, passionately in love.

Who would ever suspect that the devoted, affluent McNeil was really just enjoying the best of both worlds—a lover in one hand, a wife in the other? He’d taken the role of heartbreaker and somehow managed to convince everyone he was the most loyal man alive.

Victoria had loved McNeil. She’d loved him so much that, even after learning he was with both her and Violet, she’d chosen to turn a blind eye.

At first, she told herself it was for Gwyneth’s sake. Later, she had to face the truth—she really did love him.

It wasn’t until the day he gave her daughter away that Victoria realized—after six years, she’d been nothing more than a pawn in his and Violet’s game.

“So what?” she said coldly, her words slicing through the silence. “Does it make a difference?”

McNeil had no answer. The car was instantly swallowed by a heavy, suffocating quiet. Neither of them spoke.

The shrill ring of a cell phone finally shattered the silence. Victoria turned away, refusing to look at the screen—she didn’t want to see Violet’s name light up, or worse, some humiliating pet name.

“It’s Gwyn.”

McNeil lifted the phone to his ear. At the same moment, Victoria’s gaze snapped back.

She still cared about her daughter. Of course she did. Both she and McNeil were here in Evermore City, and Madonna had never liked Gwyneth. Where was her daughter now?

“Daddy, have you found Mommy yet? I’m scared.”

Gwyneth’s small, trembling voice came through the phone. McNeil looked down at Victoria—still pinned beneath him—and handed her the phone.

The sound of her daughter’s tears wrenched at Victoria’s heart.