The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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.

disentangled herself, got out of bed, and headed downstairs. She'd meant to just leave, but instead, she found herself in the kitchen, making a pot of warm porridge for

done, she left without

Gwyneth in the picture, they would always be connected, but that was all. She didn't want her daughter to

long when

it was Gwyneth bouncing in, followed closely by a striking

paused-then recognized her

"Is McNeil home?"

whole night trying to reach McNeil, and Gwyneth

Victoria was there, she could always claim

energy- sharper, more dynamic. Victoria

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

McNeil was ill yesterday. The doctor saw him this morning.

brow creased, and she quickened her

bit,"

a bandage wrapped around his back, a hint of red seeping through. Violet's eyes