The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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.

turn green again, wildflowers would bloom, and the mountains would be shrouded in gentle morning mist. Lovers

ever wanted-peace and quiet, a life shared with someone she loved, away from the

mansion, there was simply no

of her phone pulled Victoria back

phone to her

Langford, has decided to give up his place for the surgery to someone else. His condition isn't improving, and at his age, every

rippled through Victoria. The old man was

did that even

several seconds in stunned silence, then suddenly, a name flashed through

Violet.

wasn't handing

heart twisted painfully. Dr. Kelvin's voice cut through her fog. "Victoria,

I'll go to the hospital now

as Victoria's thoughts churned and

hospital corridors smelled as

up, and for once, he seemed to be in good

for the

he couldn't hide it