The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 27

Before boarding, Victoria sent a text to Stein, letting him know she was heading back. She didn't explain why-just said she had something to take care of.

McNeil sat beside her, thoughtfully draping a blanket over her shoulders.

"Get some sleep. We've got a long flight ahead," he murmured.

Victoria replied with a quiet "Mm," nestling into her seat.

As Victoria drifted off, McNeil pulled out his phone and turned it on. Instantly, a message from Violet popped up on the screen.

Reading that something had happened to Gwyneth made McNeil's heart leap into his throat.

With Victoria right next to him, he couldn't very well reply to Violet openly. He waited until she was fully settled, then, when she wasn't looking, typed a quick

response:

"What happened?"

Violet had been up all night, staring at her phone, waiting for any word from him. It wasn't until half past eight the next morning that McNeil's message finally arrived. The moment she saw it, tears spilled onto her screen.

She wanted to call him, but thought better of it. Instead, she replied with another text:

asked if we could go to the amusement park. But I'm not well enough to take her... Poor thing, always stuck at home with me.

saw that it wasn't an emergency, and didn't reply. After a

"Is Victoria with you?"

Victoria was bundled up under

was still

of his slender fingers, McNeil

understand. I won't message you again. We'll wait for you at

didn't bother to

during the flight, he got up to use the restroom. Victoria happened to wake just

lit up. They say

something she'd read online: No woman ever comes

nothing had ever happened with Violet, vowing that once her

didn't know if she could-or even

message flashed

hesitated, but finally reached for it. To her surprise, it

hands, she

that looked just like her mother's. But on closer inspection, she realized it

minimized, a new

the gift. I

can't believe