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.
It was a five-star restaurant, not exactly sprawling. Sooner or later, Yasmine would find them hiding in this blind spot.
McNeil might not care about shame, but Victoria did.
“Let me go. You have no right to meddle in my life.”
His grip on her wrist was painfully tight.
“And what about Gwyn? You’re just going to walk away from her?”
Fine. He wanted to play hardball-she’d show him just how tough she could be.
“So eager to run off with your new man, Victoria? Aren’t you afraid his wife will catch you in bed together?”
The more vile his words, the more disgusted Victoria became.
“Relax. He’s nothing like you. He doesn’t have a wife, and I’m not some home- wrecker. Not everyone is as shameless as you, McNeil.”
Her cousin was nothing like him-he cherished his wife. McNeil didn’t even measure up to a fraction of that.
“Oh? Then why hasn’t he married you? Is it because you’re damaged goods, Victoria? Used and discarded? You played me for six years, and now you want out?”
Her scalp prickled. The man in front of her felt like a stranger.
Six years? How dare he?
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.