The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 88

Conscience?

She wanted to ask him—did he even have one?

“You signed the divorce papers. We’re nothing to each other now.”

Victoria tried to shove him away, but McNeil wouldn’t budge.

He moved closer, his presence dominating, the heat of his breath brushing her cheek as he pinned her against the cold wall.

Once upon a time, his nearness would’ve left her blushing and breathless. Now, all she felt was fury.

“McNeil, this is a public place. Don’t make a scene.”

Her words only earned a derisive snort from him.

“A public place? You never got over the fact that we kept our marriage a secret. If someone sees us now, what’s the harm? We’re husband and wife, Mrs. Langford. What’s there to hide?”

A sharp slap landed across his face, but McNeil didn’t even flinch.

Victoria was shaking with rage.

She’d begged him for recognition, for a place at his side, but he’d always found an excuse to keep her out of sight. Now that they were divorced, suddenly he wanted to parade their relationship in public.

“McNeil, you’re insane. You’re sick.”

She had no intention of playing his twisted games.

But McNeil had no intention of letting her go.

“Maybe I am crazy—but you drove me to it. Who is that man, anyway? Looks old enough to have a wife and kids. You like being someone’s secret, hiding in the shadows? If you’re so comfortable in the dark, why not stay my wife?”

Only then did Victoria realize that you could be so angry that you laughed.

She didn’t even bother to slap him again.

“Think whatever you want. It’s none of your business anymore.”

She wasn’t about to indulge him with answers.

“Ms. Turner? Ms. Turner!”

Yasmine was calling her name, searching for her.

McNeil still had her cornered.

Who had really wasted whose time?

“You and Violet are the ones playing games. You want to be together? Fine. I gave you exactly what you wanted, McNeil.”

He avoided her eyes, refused to mention Violet’s name.

But their marriage hadn’t fallen apart because of Violet—he wouldn’t even admit that.

McNeil’s face turned cold.

“Don’t drag Violet into this. She’s not as manipulative as you. I’m curious, what sweet deal did you make with the old man to get half of The Langford Group?”

Sweet deal?

How laughable.

Victoria’s smile trembled, tears glistening in her eyes.

“He wanted me to give you another son. I agreed. McNeil, marrying you was the worst mistake of my life. You want an heir so badly? Find someone else to have your child…”

Victoria was done playing his games. She was finished, once and for all.