The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 418

McNeil left Violet without a word and boarded his private jet straight to Evermore City. When he showed up at Victoria’s door, the housekeeper opened it, startled to see a complete stranger.

“Sir, may I ask who you’re looking for?”

Without so much as a glance at the staff, McNeil strode right in. Victoria, just waking from her afternoon nap, caught sight of him and froze in disbelief.

His eyes fell immediately to her stomach—five months along, but she already looked like she was seven.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”

Victoria regarded him coolly, her gaze utterly devoid of warmth.

“My pregnancy has nothing to do with you. Kindly show yourself out the way you came in.”

The housekeeper, who’d been preparing to intervene, realized with a jolt from their exchange that this was, in fact, the man of the house.

Yasmine, hearing the commotion, hurried out. Her expression flickered between exasperation and concern at the sight of McNeil, but when her eyes landed on Victoria, there was unmistakable tenderness there.

Reading the room, Yasmine quietly ushered the rest of the staff away and slipped into the study herself, closing the door behind her to give them privacy.

“Victoria, you were the one who wanted the divorce. I never wanted this. But now you’re carrying my child. There’s no way I’m leaving.”

Victoria almost laughed at his audacity.

“We’re already divorced, the court made it official. Mr. Langford, wherever you came from, please go back. You don’t get to throw your weight around here.”

McNeil walked to her, dropping to one knee before her. The pride that usually colored his features was gone; he humbled himself in a way she’d never seen.

His voice was softer than she’d ever heard. “For the sake of the baby, can we talk?”