The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 15

Victoria’s voice was raw and broken, and McNeil didn’t even have the courage to look back at her as he left the room.

When he returned, he was carrying a mug of warm milk.

Victoria ignored him. Once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her.

No gesture of his could move her now.

“Victoria, Violet’s life has been saved. Once she’s back on her feet, I’ll talk to her about everything—slowly, I promise.”

He sounded as if he was offering her a solemn vow, but Victoria was unmoved.

She felt the blanket lift as McNeil climbed into bed and wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind.

His body radiated warmth, like a fireplace pressed close against her back in the middle of winter.

Wave after wave of heat rolled over her, but Victoria still didn’t respond.

His lips brushed closer, moving to her ear, his breath warm against her skin, grazing her cheek. They were so close, and in that moment, all those feverish memories came rushing back to Victoria like ghosts she couldn’t escape.

“When she’s recovered, I’ll cut ties with her. I’ll always be your husband—your only man. I swear it.”

He kissed her gently, but Victoria didn’t react.

Not until his hand touched her face, his fingers cool and trembling.

And then she started to cry.

McNeil realized just how much he’d neglected his young wife these past weeks, and the guilt only made him more desperate to make things right.

He kissed her cheeks, her shoulder, gently slipping her nightgown from her skin, searching for hesitation, for refusal—but finding none, he pressed on.

In the reflection of the tall window, their entwined bodies appeared as a hazy silhouette.

Victoria caught his wandering hand, turned to face him, and met his eyes in silence.

“McNeil, did you sleep with her? How many times?”

McNeil’s dark eyes were inscrutable, deep and shadowed, his gaze almost impossible to interpret.

Victoria waited for his answer. She wanted to know—after every night he spent with her, did he rush off to Violet just as eagerly? Did he treat her with the same urgency and hunger?