The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Victoria tried to slip out of bed, but every time she moved, McNeil moaned in pain, his brow furrowing. She had no choice but to stay put.

With a resigned sigh, she lay back down beside him, fully dressed. The night was chilly, yet McNeil's body radiated heat.

After a long, exhausting day and hours spent nursing McNeil, Victoria drifted off without realizing it.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the tall windows, warming the room. Victoria felt soft, rhythmic breaths against her cheek. She startled awake, only to find herself wrapped tightly in McNeil's arms.

Her heart sank a little. Gently, she pressed a hand to his forehead.

The fever had broken.

As she tried to pull her hand away, McNeil caught it, mumbling, "Violet..." The rest was lost in a sleepy slur.

Of course. Last night, she must have lost her mind.

leave, but instead, she found herself in the kitchen, making a pot

everything was done, she

the picture, they would always be connected, but

been gone long when the doorbell

was Gwyneth bouncing in, followed closely by a striking woman. Early spring sunlight

recognized her

"Is McNeil home?"

the whole night trying to reach

was done waiting. If Victoria was there, she could always claim she was just

eyes flicking over Violet with a sigh. Compared to Mrs. McNeil, this woman had a certain confidence and energy- sharper, more dynamic. Victoria was gentle and quiet, years spent at

find her father. Violet followed briskly, but Xenia caught up with her and spoke in a low

doctor saw him this morning. He's

and

a bit," Violet murmured

pale on the bed, a bandage wrapped around his back, a hint

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