The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 400

“Do you know why I’m here?” McNeil’s voice was hard. “I want to know where Victoria is.”

Stein sat ramrod-straight on the leather sofa, his expression unreadable, eyes cold and distant.

“What are you two now? Why should I tell you anything?”

McNeil’s retort caught in his throat. He couldn’t say a word. The truth was, he and Victoria had nothing to do with each other anymore. After the court hearings, they’d torn off any pretense of civility. Years of affection had been whittled away, divided up along with the assets.

“When did you two get together?” McNeil’s voice was brittle. He couldn’t help but wonder if Victoria had been unfaithful to him.

Stein’s reply was icy. “I don’t owe you any explanation. Now that you’re divorced, it’s even less any of your business.”

McNeil bristled at Stein’s dismissive attitude. No one had ever dared speak to him this way. But Stein’s background and status were unlike anyone McNeil had dealt with before; here, he had to tread carefully.

He drew a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “You’re decorated, your future is set. Surely you could find a wife of your own. Why take someone else’s?”

Stein’s eyes narrowed. “Did I steal anyone? With my position, I don’t need to fight over a woman. If someone truly belongs with you, you should cherish her while she’s yours. Don’t wait until she’s gone to regret it. People aren’t possessions; they have their own minds.”

Every word hit McNeil square in the chest.

“I had my reasons. I can’t tell you everything now. But whatever happened between Victoria and me, it’s no one else’s place to interfere. Or is it, Mr. Langford, that you have no sense of decency? If that’s the case, I’d say you’re unworthy of your rank.”

Stein’s gaze was piercing. “Don’t you know why she left you?”

McNeil dodged the question. “Whatever the case, it’s between husband and wife. We’ll sort out our own problems. You have no right playing the third wheel.”

If the man in front of him hadn’t been Stein, McNeil would have made sure he disappeared without a trace. He wouldn’t have bothered with polite conversation.

“Oh, so I can’t be the third party, but it was fine when you kept a mistress?” Stein’s tone was razor-sharp. “Don’t be so selfish—especially not as a man.”

McNeil fell silent.

“In the end, you shouldn’t be asking me anything. If you want answers, go to Victoria. Ask her if she still wants you.”