The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 293

Through the crack in the door, Violet caught a glimpse of Victoria.

Victoria was fumbling with her clothes, her hands trembling so badly she could hardly fasten the buttons. McNeil stepped over and did it for her, his movements practiced and intimate.

The sofa behind them still bore the rumpled marks of their recent passion. McNeil had even sent someone to buy a complete set of new women's clothing- everything, top to bottom-which was now laid out in his office.

When Victoria left, her face was a mask of icy indifference. A turtleneck covered every inch of her neck and jaw, and the sharp click of her heels on the marble floor sent chills through anyone who heard it.

Violet's face went completely pale. She never imagined the "important guest" the secretary mentioned would be Victoria.

She made sure to avoid being seen, waiting until the elevator doors slid shut and Victoria was gone before forcing herself to calm down. Only then did she steady her hand and knock quietly on McNeil's office door.

McNeil seemed to be in excellent spirits; she'd rarely seen him look so openly pleased.

As soon as she entered, Violet's eyes flickered toward the trash can beside the desk.

Inside lay a crumpled heap of women's clothes. She didn't need to guess they were Victoria's.

Violet's heart plummeted. If she rifled through that trash, she'd probably find something else confirming her worst suspicions-just like the time at the spa hotel, when she'd found three used condoms in McNeil's trouser pocket.

a long time to tamp down the

paperwork, as if just noticing

the skin. Business? What kind of business required

outfit then. Now those very clothes

something you need?" McNeil's

him. "There are a few clauses in the

sadness, but McNeil either

immediately booked a flight to Evermore City. Five hours later,

setting. The trees in the yard glowed gold

and Jimmy Campbell was

he saw Victoria, still

herself into his arms and broke down in tears.

Did someone

completely unraveled in her brother's embrace. She'd been terrified she might never see him

his father, the weight of that loss making him seem older than his years. Victoria noticed he'd grown taller since she'd last

smile, embarrassed to have lost control in front of the boy. She pulled away from

she'd allowed herself to break down so openly in

asked the housekeeper to bring a pot of herbal

on the sofa, Victoria studying her brother's face, searching for signs of change. He looked