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 all over

his expression turned cold. But for Violet's

you who had Dr. Kelvin transferred

life, not to play the savior

anger

you do this? She's dying. She

her beautiful

woman who stole my husband and then has the nerve to ask me for favors. How can you even say that

being far more tolerant

less than a year left. She gave you me her whole

was steady, but there was a quiet finality to it. "You always thought I was the

last, he said it outright-he

meant the nights spent side by

her out again and again? Was

be so harsh, Victoria. You knew

shamelessness made Victoria's

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

She deserved this.

opened them. There was no longing or love left in their

you do, I'll