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.

carefully 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

was done, she left without a

picture, they would always be connected, but that was all. She didn't

gone long when the

Gwyneth bouncing in, followed closely by a striking woman. Early spring sunlight caught the woman's pale blue dress and cream-colored coat,

recognized

"Is McNeil home?"

Gwyneth along. She'd spent the whole night trying to reach McNeil,

Victoria was there, she could always

McNeil, this woman had a certain confidence and energy- sharper, more dynamic. Victoria was gentle and

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

ill yesterday. The doctor saw him

and she

play for a bit," Violet murmured

back, a hint of red seeping through. Violet's eyes widened. He was