The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 3

Victoria spent the entire night sitting alone. The last embers in the fireplace

flickered out, but there was still no sign of McNeil.

She picked up the phone and called Yasmine.-

"Take me to the hospital."

It was midwinter, and last night's snowfall had left the trees lining the street dusted

in silver. The moment she stepped outside, the cold seemed to seep straight into her bones.

Victoria sat by her grandfather-in-law's bedside, carefully peeling an apple for him with a paring knife.

"McNeil told me you agreed to have another child. That's good."

The old man smiled at his granddaughter-in-law, deep wrinkles crinkling with genuine happiness.

She paused mid-peel. "Dr. Kelvin, the stomach cancer specialist, arrived this morning. I want to schedule your surgery as soon as possible. He can only stay in the country for two days."

The old man nodded. "I trust you, Victoria. If it weren't for your connections, I doubt we could have brought him here."

Victoria's dark eyes were sharp and unwavering. "Don't worry, Grandpa. Dr. Kelvin will cure you. I promise."

The next day

finally returned, exhaustion written all over

turned cold. But for Violet's sake, he forced himself

you who had Dr. Kelvin transferred

grandfather's life, not to play the savior for

and stormy, anger simmering just beneath the surface-ready to

would you do this? She's dying.

his gaze, her

your lover, not mine. I owe nothing to a woman who stole my husband and then has the nerve to

was already being far more tolerant than Violet

than a year left. She gave you

finality to it. "You always

last, he said it outright-he

years meant the nights spent

out again and again? Was he

so harsh, Victoria. You

shamelessness made Victoria's face

was her own fault. She'd known he loved another, yet insisted on marrying

She deserved this.

opened them. There was no longing

you do, I'll have Dr. Kelvin treat your precious