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 fingers cool and

she

these past weeks, and

slipping her nightgown from her

the tall window, their

face him, and

you sleep with her?

inscrutable, deep and

did he rush off to Violet just

men not find all this sordid, she

could reply, his phone

He pulled away and got out of bed

alone in the cold space,

Always the

want to imagine

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

on his clothes immediately. Victoria felt cold, all

trouble. I have to

back at her