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

his hand touched her face, his fingers

she started

neglected his young wife these past weeks,

from her skin, searching for

tall window, their entwined bodies appeared as a

caught his wandering hand, turned to face him, and met his eyes

you sleep with

eyes were inscrutable, deep and

night he spent with her, did he rush off to Violet just as

not find all

could reply, his phone

other side. He

the cold space, hearing McNeil's low voice.

course. Always

didn't even want to imagine what

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

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

I have

didn't even look back at