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

returned, exhaustion written

his expression turned cold. But for Violet's sake,

had Dr.

life, not to play the savior for everyone else. If you want him to treat your beloved, you'll have to

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

you do this? She's dying.

gaze, her beautiful

be fair. She's your lover, not mine. I owe nothing to a woman who stole my husband and then has the nerve to ask me for favors. How can you even say that

already being far more

than a year left. She gave you

me, did you?" Victoria's voice was steady, but there was a quiet finality to it. "You always thought I was the

he said it outright-he

the

out again and again? Was

be so harsh, Victoria. You knew about her from

made Victoria's face turn

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

She deserved this.

eyes for a moment, then opened them. There was no longing or love left in

you do,