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."

gently,

touched her

she

these past weeks, and the guilt only made him

from her skin, searching for

their entwined

face him, and met

with her? How many

dark eyes were inscrutable, deep and shadowed, his gaze

She wanted to know-after every night he spent with her, did he rush

not find all this sordid, she

McNeil could reply,

a call from the other side. He pulled away and got out of bed at

the cold space, hearing McNeil's low voice.

Always the

didn't even want to imagine what would

come back. Ms. Marchand is coughing up blood."

pulling on his clothes immediately. Victoria felt cold, all the

trouble. I have

even look back at