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

touched her face, his fingers cool and

she started to

neglected his young wife these past weeks, and the guilt only made him more desperate to

kissed her cheeks, her shoulder, gently slipping her nightgown from her skin,

their entwined bodies appeared as a hazy

hand, turned to face him, and met his eyes in

with her?

eyes were inscrutable, deep and shadowed,

he rush off to Violet just as eagerly? Did he treat her with the same urgency and

find

reply,

He pulled away and got out

cold space, hearing McNeil's low voice.

Always

even want to

back. Ms. Marchand

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

in trouble. I have

look back at her before rushing out the