The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 205

Victoria hadn't expected to run into anyone she knew-let alone someone connected to McNeil.

The surprise distracted her, and as she stepped down, her foot twisted beneath her. A sharp crack echoed up her leg. She stifled a groan as pain shot through her, collapsing to the floor.

"Vicky!"

Sophia gasped. Before she could react, Marcus had already crossed the room in a few long strides and swept Victoria up into his arms.

"Are you alright?"

He couldn't tell if his sudden arrival had startled her into this, but he had a sinking feeling it had.

"I twisted my ankle," Victoria replied, grimacing as the pain surged.

possible for a female dancer. But years of grueling physical training, thanks to her background

Marcus's unexpected appearance that had shaken her, making her lose her

out, her voice trembling with fear. Max hovered nearby, his worry etched plainly across

need to get you to a hospital," he said quietly. He wasn't a doctor, but anyone could see that Victoria's right foot was immobile, and that this was

leotard, its close fit accentuating her figure as Marcus held her. For the first time, Marcus felt his pulse quicken over

shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it around her before lifting her securely in his

no idea who this man was. At first, she assumed he must be Victoria's husband, but then she heard Max call

trying to reassure her. Her ankle was throbbing now, and she knew she needed a hospital. Normally, she would have flatly

which would explain why

as Mrs. Langford; even his friends seemed to dismiss her so

insisted, still anxious. Victoria had a family, after all, and even though the man looked handsome

to teach, and Mr. Green is a good friend of mine. We go way back," Victoria said, flustered at

worry. I'll take her to the best hospital, and I'll keep