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."

kissed her gently, but

hand touched her face, his

she

he'd neglected his young wife these past weeks, and the guilt

kissed her cheeks, her shoulder, gently slipping her nightgown from her skin, searching for hesitation, for refusal-but

the tall window, their entwined bodies

caught his wandering hand, turned to face

you sleep with her?

eyes were inscrutable, deep and

did he rush off

men not find all this

could reply, his phone

call from the other side. He pulled away and

alone in the cold space, hearing McNeil's low voice.

course. Always

want to imagine what

come back. Ms. Marchand is

Victoria felt cold, all the way to

trouble. I have to

didn't even look back at her before rushing out