The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Victoria had been ill for a while, and though her health was slowly improving, she knew she couldn't keep sending McNeil off to see Claire anymore.

She believed that a man only strayed when his needs weren't being met at home. Secretly, Violet had bought a drawer full of lacy lingerie, planning every detail. Once McNeil finally gave in to her, she was sure he'd never think about Claire again.

She'd heard that women who'd given birth often had ugly stretch marks on their bellies. She didn't want that for herself-she wasn't ready to lose her looks.

McNeil lit a cigarette. "Violet, Claire is my wife."

The words had barely left his lips when he heard a faint cough from the bedroom. He hung up right away.

Violet clutched her phone, tears streaming down her face, fingers tightening until she nearly snapped the device in two.

Staring out into the pitch-black night, she whispered to herself, "So, you two spent the whole night together, didn't you?"

McNeil didn't leave Claire's place until dawn.

slept until nearly nine, waking with her head pounding. She was still wearing McNeil's dress shirt, nothing underneath. As she sat

drifted back-she'd had a dream about McNeil, a vivid, shameless one. In her dream, they'd been together again and again. Her heart was already shattered, yet she could still dream of making love

help but

swung her legs out of bed, her knees almost buckled. Her whole body ached her head throbbed, her back was

take it easy and come in

already had a few glasses of wine, and later, feeling miserable that even her own daughter refused to acknowledge

everything was a blur-except for that

no matter how

Core Technologies, Claire stopped by her friend Simms's

the office, heads turned. Claire was

and now she'd returned as Mr. Garcia's personal assistant. It

for the whispers

was famously picky

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