The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 315

The driver suddenly changed course halfway through the trip, steering the car straight toward Victoria’s house.

Haley was more than a little surprised to see McNeil show up unannounced. She knew he’d come on his own, because the lady of the house had gone straight to bed after coming home—there was no way she’d arranged to meet with him.

“Sir,” Haley greeted, opening the door.

“Where’s Mrs. Langford?” McNeil asked immediately.

“She’s already in bed for the night.”

McNeil checked his watch, skeptical. “Asleep? This early?”

Hearing that Victoria was home, his mood improved slightly.

Haley explained, “She’s barely been sleeping these days. For the past week, she’s come home in the early hours, sometimes not until sunrise. The company must be keeping her busy. Tonight, she had dinner and then went straight upstairs to rest.”

McNeil felt a surge of heat rush to his head. “She’s been staying out all night?”

Haley suddenly realized she might’ve said too much, but what was done was done—there was no taking it back.

Before she could think of how to salvage the situation, she heard the car door slam shut behind her. McNeil had already gone.

“What’s gotten into him lately?” Haley muttered. “He seems so on edge these days.”

It was hard to figure him out. He’d never been like this before—always calm, always courteous, never one to let his emotions show. Even when Victoria had argued with him in the past, usually over rumors about other women, he’d handled it all with remarkable patience.

But now? He’d started showing up without warning, leaving just as abruptly. It was impossible to predict what he’d do next.

Haley found herself wondering what had happened between him and Victoria this time. From her perspective, if Victoria truly didn’t care for him anymore, she’d actually support them going their separate ways. Better that than ending up like her own parents’ tragedy, with only heartbreak left behind for everyone involved.

McNeil was seething. Victoria was becoming bold—now she could spend nights away and not even bother to explain. He had no desire to return to the villa they’d shared; the anger burning inside him made him restless, unwilling to go back to the office or anywhere else. So he turned the car toward the old family estate.

At the estate, Gwyneth was in the living room, happily playing with her cousins, and didn’t notice McNeil’s arrival. His mother, Madonna Nelson, hadn’t seen her son in ages, but still greeted him with her usual cold indifference.

The only thing Madonna found comfort in these days was that McNeil and Victoria seemed to have finally separated.