The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 15

Victoria's voice was raw and broken, and McNeil didn't even have the courage to look back at her as he left the room.

When he returned, he was carrying a mug of warm milk.

Victoria ignored him. Once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her.

No gesture of his could move her now.

"Victoria, Violet's life has been saved. Once she's back on her feet, I'll talk to her about everything-slowly, I promise."

He sounded as if he was offering her a solemn vow, but Victoria was unmoved.

She felt the blanket lift as McNeil climbed into bed and wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind.

His body radiated warmth, like a fireplace pressed close against her back in the middle of winter.

Wave after wave of heat rolled over her, but Victoria still didn't respond.

His lips brushed closer, moving to her ear, his breath warm against her skin, grazing her cheek. They were so close, and in that moment, all those feverish memories came rushing back to Victoria like ghosts she couldn't escape.

"When she's recovered, I'll cut ties with her. I'll always be your husband-your only man. I swear it."

her gently,

his hand touched her face, his fingers

she started to

these past weeks, and

shoulder, gently slipping her nightgown from her skin, searching for hesitation, for

of the tall window, their

hand, turned to face him, and met his eyes

you sleep with

eyes were inscrutable, deep and shadowed, his gaze almost impossible to

to know-after every night he spent with her, did he rush off to Violet just as eagerly? Did he treat her with

could men not find all

McNeil could reply, his phone

a call from the other side. He pulled away

left alone in the cold space,

course. Always the

even want to imagine what would

Marchand

his clothes immediately. Victoria felt cold, all

I have

at her before rushing