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 Victoria didn't

his hand touched her face, his

she started to

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

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

the tall window, their entwined bodies appeared as

to face him, and met

did you sleep with

dark eyes were inscrutable, deep and

every night he spent with her, did he rush off

men not find all

reply,

from the other side. He pulled away and got out

was left alone in the cold

Always

even want to imagine what

you have to come back. Ms. Marchand is coughing up blood." It was

immediately. Victoria felt cold, all the way to her

in trouble. I have to

at her before rushing out