The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 126

Ailie was on the verge of flipping the table.

She shot to her feet, her voice trembling with emotion. “Curtis, do you even know who McNeil is?”

She was *this* close to blurting out that McNeil was Victoria’s husband.

Curtis fixed his gaze on Ailie. Of course he knew who McNeil was—and he knew exactly why she was upset on Victoria’s behalf.

But before things could escalate, Victoria spoke up.

“Ailie, Mr. Garcia didn’t do anything wrong.”

McNeil had always been the man behind Violet’s success.

Ever since Victoria had recovered from her illness and was ready to return to work, McNeil had been tirelessly paving the way for Violet at every step.

Once upon a time, that had been exactly what Victoria wanted.

She’d told McNeil she wanted to join the company, to fight alongside him as equals.

But McNeil had just smiled and said, “Victoria, you’re my wife. I want you to stay behind the scenes and support me. I don’t like seeing my woman in the spotlight. Let me take care of you for the rest of our lives—will you let me do that?”

How laughable.

Now that Violet had appeared, their relationship out in the open, Victoria had watched McNeil run around trying to make the world a better place for his new lover, doing anything and everything for her.

And that was when the difference between love and indifference became painfully clear.

Looking back, those words that had once touched her deeply now seemed like a cruel joke.

“Victoria?” Ailie was stunned. She couldn’t believe Victoria was taking Curtis’s side.

Curtis cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s just business, Victoria. There was no other way.”

Ailie slammed her palm down on the table, making everyone in the restaurant jump.

Curtis quickly stood and pulled the booth’s curtain closed, trying to contain the scene.

Victoria regarded Curtis coolly, her expression unreadable.

“How much did McNeil invest?”

The partnership between The Langford Group and Quantum Core Technologies was all over the news. The live-streamed signing ceremony had made it clear: anyone would have sacrificed Victoria in that situation.

Curtis hesitated, searching for words, when the topic of their conversation made his entrance.

Outside, a server’s voice rang out: “Mr. Langford and Ms. Marchand, your private room is this way. Please follow me.”

Ailie yanked the curtain aside.

Victoria found herself face-to-face with McNeil. Violet clung to his arm. Their eyes met across the room.

Curtis wished he could disappear.

He’d always thought McNeil didn’t even recognize Victoria. But now, it was clear: Violet had stolen all the credit that belonged to Victoria.