The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 293

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

his paperwork, as if just noticing her. "We discussed some

hard her sharp canine teeth nearly broke the skin. Business?

a different outfit then. Now those very

need?" McNeil's tone was

him. "There are a few

was clearly tinged with sadness, but McNeil either didn't notice, or

City.

setting. The trees in the yard glowed gold and green in the last

and Jimmy Campbell

eyebrows lifted in surprise when he saw Victoria, still travel-worn, step through

arms and broke down in tears.

wrong? Did

her brother's embrace. She'd been terrified

Victoria..." Jimmy's voice was small. At seven years old, he'd lost his mother and spent most of his time with his father, the weight of that loss making him seem older than his

embarrassed to have lost control in front of the

to

the housekeeper to bring a

studying her brother's face, searching for signs of change. He looked much the same

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