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.

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

Wasn't that all she'd ever wanted-peace and quiet, a life shared with someone

in McNeil's gilded mansion, there was simply no place for

phone pulled Victoria back to reality.

pressed the phone 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

man was giving up

that

spent several seconds in stunned silence, then suddenly, a name

Violet.

handing

twisted painfully. Dr. Kelvin's voice cut

the hospital now and

weaving through traffic as Victoria's thoughts churned and tangled

corridors smelled as always-sterile

woken up, and for once, he seemed to

up your place for the surgery," Victoria said bluntly, catching him

couldn't hide

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