The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"What did you just say?"

Yasmine arched an eyebrow, her fierce gaze making the housemaid shrink away instantly.

Victoria had been standing in place for ten whole minutes, her beautiful eyes fixed on the winding staircase ahead, her heart feeling utterly hollow.

At last, she found her voice, though it was little more than a hoarse whisper.

"Yasmine, let's go."

It was time. She didn't belong here, nor anywhere that had McNeil in it.

They were finished-had been for a long time.

A sleek black town car sat abandoned in the driveway.

Victoria passed by it without so much as a glance.

Anything that belonged to McNeil, she wanted nothing to do with. If Violet wanted it, she could have it.

Yasmine flagged down a cab for her. Victoria sat alone in the back seat, gazing out the window as the city slipped by.

give way to spring. Soon, the hills would turn green again, wildflowers would bloom, and the mountains would be shrouded in gentle morning mist. Lovers would find secluded corners of the world to whisper their secrets, far

that all she'd ever wanted-peace and quiet, a life

gilded mansion, there was simply no place

phone pulled Victoria back to reality. Dr.

the phone to her

I need to let you know-McNeil's grandfather, Thorpe Langford, has decided to give up his place for the surgery to someone else. His condition isn't improving, and at his age, every day he waits is dangerous. I

rippled through Victoria. The old man

that

stunned silence, then

Violet.

old man wasn't handing

cut through her fog. "Victoria, are you

I'll go to the hospital now

traffic as Victoria's thoughts churned

hospital corridors smelled as always-sterile

just woken up, and for once, he seemed to

up your place for the surgery,"

couldn't hide it from

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