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, but Victoria didn't

his hand touched her face,

then she started

weeks, and the guilt

her nightgown from her skin, searching for hesitation, for refusal-but finding none, he pressed

of the tall window, their entwined bodies appeared as a

turned to face him, and met his eyes in

you sleep with

and shadowed, his gaze almost impossible

every night he spent with her, did he rush off to Violet just as eagerly? Did he treat her with the same urgency

men not find all this sordid,

reply, his phone

He pulled away and got out of bed

cold space, hearing McNeil's low

Always

even want to

to come back. Ms. Marchand is coughing up blood." It was Gwyneth's

his clothes immediately. Victoria felt cold, all the way to her

trouble. I have to

look back at her before rushing