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 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

ever wanted-peace and quiet,

in McNeil's gilded mansion, there

pulled Victoria back to reality.

pressed the phone

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 thought you

through Victoria. The old man was

did that

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

Violet.

wasn't handing over his chance... to

Kelvin's voice cut through her fog. "Victoria, are you

here. I'll go to the hospital now and see what's going

course immediately, weaving through traffic as Victoria's thoughts churned and tangled like

hospital corridors smelled as always-sterile and endlessly the

just woken up, and for once,

me you're giving up your place for the surgery,"

he couldn't hide

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