The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 11

The fire in the villa's hearth flickered, casting restless shadows across Victoria's flawless profile. The shifting light danced over her features, highlighting a beauty that seemed almost otherworldly.

Her long, dark hair tumbled over one side of her face, half-veiling her expression as she lingered over a single line in the book resting in her lap.

*"A man's childhood sweetheart is the ultimate threat to his wife. He'll never forget that first love, and after six years of marriage, I realize I wasn't even a stand-in. I was nothing at all."*

Victoria couldn't help slipping into the story, recalling every bittersweet memory with McNeil. She was utterly absorbed, the romance on the page blurring with the pain in her own heart.

"What are you reading?"

The fresh scent of cedar drifted over her, unmistakably McNeil's. His arms slid gently around her waist. She startled at the sudden touch, her body tensing, but she didn't bother to look back at him.

She kept her eyes on the fire, listening to the logs crackle-a sound that blended with the snowstorm outside, making the midnight silence even deeper.

arced in the air, landing with a soft thud before the fire eagerly consumed it, leaving

I'm going

The embrace that once thrilled her now

McNeil started spending more time away, she'd wake from dreams of him tangled up with Violet.

to her revulsion, held her tighter. He assumed she was still sulking

loved him. Otherwise,

felt the scales tip-just a little-back in her

he wasn't going to leave her alone

was stable most of the time. McNeil

voice, the ones that said, *stay away*. Instead, he pressed closer, lowering his chin

everything had kept them apart. The last time they'd tried, Gwyneth had interrupted them; now, desire

home tonight. Let me carry you to bed,

surgery. Violet was recovering well, with a team of

Victoria his time-to thank