The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 16

A streak of red cut through the midnight hush, stark against the endless white beneath the streetlights.

With her mind preoccupied with worry for her daughter, Victoria hardly noticed the snow piling up outside, falling harder and faster by the minute.

She sat in her car, shivering as the cold seeped in through the doors, and fished out her phone to call McNeil.

Not a sound stirred. On such a frigid night, with the hour so late, the roads were deserted—no headlights, not even a shadow passing by.

The gas gauge hovered near empty. Dawn was still hours away, and no matter how many layers she wore, she wouldn't last long without heat. If the car's engine died, so might she-frozen before sunrise.

Inside McNeil's car, her calls went unanswered, the name "Victoria" blinking insistently on his dashboard screen.

He glanced at it—just for a moment. It wasn't his daughter calling, so he ignored

it.

Violet was coughing up blood. She'd just come out of surgery earlier that day. The doctors had said it was a success-so why was this happening?

for Victoria's calls, not tonight. He had to

once risked everything

kept dialing, desperate to reach McNeil-to beg him to come back and take her with him to Winding

wrong, she needed to be there, ready to

no matter how many times she called, no

intensified, numbing her to the bone.

other choice, Victoria abandoned the useless car by the roadside, bracing herself as she

buried under snow. Each step she took left deep, heavy footprints behind her, and as she trudged forward through the biting wind, she kept

were so numb she could barely grasp the phone, but still, no one

Peak Lane

driveway, and a housekeeper rushed

housekeeper had stopped calling Violet

blood off the sheets and

"Violet-"

Gwyneth had just finished a drawing and held it out

and Daddy, and that's me.

a faint