The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 85

Victoria drifted through her days in the house Stein had bought for her, time blurring together in a haze. She barely noticed the weeks passing until her physician finally declared her fully recovered, assuring her she'd be able to return to normal life in just a few more days.

Of everyone involved in that terrible, orchestrated car crash-Marcus, Victoria, and Max-it was Max who'd been hurt the worst. Victoria had managed to get in touch with Marcus; he'd already been discharged from the hospital for some time. Max, though, had been unconscious for over two weeks before he finally woke up. Thankfully, none of them had suffered any life-threatening injuries.

"Where's Max now? I'd like to see him," Victoria said. She couldn't get the kid off her mind.

She hadn't told Marcus about Teague rescuing her that night. Instead, she'd simply said her injuries weren't serious and that she'd been released from the hospital after just a few days. That was enough to ease Marcus's guilt-if anything had happened to Victoria, he would have blamed himself forever.

Victoria was just about to visit Max when Yasmine showed up, a folder in hand.

"Ms. Turner, Xenia wanted me to pass along a message from Haley. She asked that you pick this up from Langford Mansion, but I brought it instead." Yasmine's voice trembled as she handed Victoria the documents.

Victoria glanced down and saw the words "Divorce Agreement" printed on the front. Yasmine's eyes grew red and misty. Mr. Langford had really gone through with it—signing divorce papers when Ms. Turner needed comfort the most.

Yasmine couldn't bring herself to look at Victoria's face. The truth was, Victoria had been expecting this day for a long time.

the hospital?" Victoria asked, tossing the agreement into

and McNeil were nothing more than Gwyneth's parents. Whatever had

was sitting at his bedside, but

Fannie," Marcus

remembered the fake name she'd given

to be recovering well. Victoria, by contrast, looked healthier than ever after being cared for by Stein-much better than

"Miss Fannie, will you play games

the hospital, I promise we'll team

etched with guilt. "This is all my fault. You almost got hurt

shook her head.

hesitated. "What happened

sighed. “It's probably

whipping-so much so that Teague couldn't get out of bed for a week. Marcus didn't feel the slightest bit sorry for