The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 259

Watching her unnecessary gesture, McNeil let out a dismissive laugh. "Victoria, is there any part of you I haven't seen before?"

Victoria's expression turned even colder. "That was then. This is now."

She was Victoria—no longer some Langford family accessory, and certainly not anyone's plaything.

"McNeil, this ends now."

No love, no pain.

No matter how crude his words, she felt nothing.

The longing and devotion that used to fill her gaze—gone. He searched her eyes and saw only indifference.

The woman who once gave everything for him without complaint, the wife who was anxious and insecure without him, the one who would fall apart at even a hint of another woman in his life—she was no more.

Victoria's face was remarkably calm, as if McNeil no longer held any power over her.

He'd made the classic mistake men always make—a mistake women could never truly forgive.

"McNeil. Do you remember that divorce you mentioned?"

He no longer stirred her heart. McNeil had never really belonged to her alone, and she no longer wanted something so easily replaced.

The light in McNeil's eyes faded, and the heat that had just flared up between them was slowly snuffed out by Victoria's icy tone.

"I remember…"

With that, all desire for her vanished. His interest evaporated, and Victoria seized the moment to unlock the car door.

She and McNeil stepped out, one after the other. Xenia had already spotted the car idling at the gate, wondering why it hadn't pulled in, and saw the chauffeur get out. She realized Mrs. Langford must be back too, and felt a wave of relief.