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.

soon 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,

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

gilded mansion, there was

Victoria back to reality. Dr. Kelvin's name

phone

need to let you know-McNeil's grandfather, Thorpe Langford, has decided to give up his place for the surgery to someone else. His

old man was giving up his

that even

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

Violet.

the old man wasn't handing over his

Kelvin's voice cut

hospital now

weaving through traffic as

smelled as always-sterile and endlessly the

woken up, and for

me you're giving up your place for

he couldn't

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