Chapter 12
The wall clock struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the empty house. He’d been on his feet all day, exhausted to the bone, and could have just crashed on the couch at work. But the thought of his wife waiting at home drove him out into the bitter, wintry night, forcing his way back here even as the world slept
“I need to thank you” he said quietly, his voice rough with fatique. “Not just with words Victoria–thank you
Thinking of Violet’s successful surgery, the tension in his chest finally loosened, just a little. His Victoria–always in his comer, always thinking of him first
“You mean you want to thank me because I saved your old flame?” Victoria’s laugh was sharp and cold, laced with a bittemess she didn’t bother to hide.
For the past two weeks, she’d called him who knows how many times, searched for him, begged for even a glance–and he hadn’t come home, not even once
But now, moved by quilt for his childhood sweetheart, he’d finally remembered her existence–and wanted to repay her with his body, as if that was some grand gesture.
“I mean it,” McNeil insisted, his tone camest. I’ve already sent your wedding dress in for repairs. It should be back in ten days.
His words twisted in her chest, hurting her more than she cared to admit
“Well, I suppose I should thank you, Mr. Langford.”
Victoria turned away, her eyes–once so full of love–now empty, stripped of the tenderness they used to hold !!
She paused at the third step on the staircase, her dark hair catching the hallway light as she glanced over her shoulder, her movement as fluid as drifting clouds.)
“Oh, and I almost forgot, she added, her voice icy. “You don’t really need to thank me. Violet’s life was saved in exchange for fifty percent of The Langford Group’s shares.“||
She brushed away a stray tear from the comer of her eye, her lips twisting into a cold, merciless smile. She ignored the storm raging in his eyes–the kind of anger that could tear the world apart.
“You’ve seen the divorce papers. Find some time to sign them “1
McNeil stood frozen in the middle of the living room, his body gone numb. It never crossed his mind that Victoria–who never cared about profit or loss, who only ever wanted to grow old with him–could turn into someone so calculating.
He swore he could hear something inside him shatter, the pain seizing his heart in the silence of the night.!!
Victoria-
Had he been wrong about her all along? Victoria headed upstairs. Their daughter hadn’t come home, she was probably still with Violet. Now that Violet was recovering and McNeil had returned, who was looking after Gwyneth?
In her bedroom, Victoria picked up the landline and dialed the other house,|||
Recognizing the familiar number, the housekeeper must have thought it was McNeil calling, and answered right away
“Let Gwyneth come to the phone, Victoria said, her tone cold and firm. The housekeeper hesitated, realizing it was a woman’s voice, and almost hung up
“You know McNeil is back, right? That house still belongs to me. Hang up on me and you’ll all have lawyer’s letters on your doorstep by morning”
The housekeeper just wanted to earn a living, not get caught up in her employers‘ drama “Please hold on ”
A tense silence followed as the housekeeper hurried off to find Gwyneth
Since Violet had returned from the hospital. Gwyneth had barely left her side. Nurses came and went, but Gwyneth sat hunched over the desk, carefully folding something with her small hands
“Miss Gwyneth, there’s a phone call for you I think it’s your mother.“|||
The housekeeper emphasized the last word, but Gwyneth didn’t even look up.
“What does she want? Dad just got back and left Ms Marchand here all alone i bet Mom’s picking a fight with Dad again
She resumed folding, her voice flat “I have to finish these wishing stars for Ms. Marchand. The seller said if I fold ten thousand of them. she’ll get better“/
The housekeeper understood–Miss Gwyneth simply didn’t want to talk. She couldn’t blame her
Victoria waited, forcing herself to be patient as the minutes crawled by Finally, after over ten minutes, someone picked up the other end.5
un the
phone on
“Gwyn-” she began
“Sorry, Mrs. Langford. Miss Gwyneth doesn’t want to speak to you. It’s probably best if you don’t call again.
