The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 16

A streak of red cut through the midnight hush, stark against the endless white beneath the streetlights.

With her mind preoccupied with worry for her daughter, Victoria hardly noticed the snow piling up outside, falling harder and faster by the minute.

She sat in her car, shivering as the cold seeped in through the doors, and fished out her phone to call McNeil.

Not a sound stirred. On such a frigid night, with the hour so late, the roads were deserted—no headlights, not even a shadow passing by.

The gas gauge hovered near empty. Dawn was still hours away, and no matter how many layers she wore, she wouldn’t last long without heat. If the car’s engine died, so might she—frozen before sunrise.

Inside McNeil’s car, her calls went unanswered, the name “Victoria” blinking insistently on his dashboard screen.

He glanced at it—just for a moment. It wasn’t his daughter calling, so he ignored it.

Violet was coughing up blood. She’d just come out of surgery earlier that day. The doctors had said it was a success—so why was this happening?

He had no patience for Victoria’s calls, not tonight. He had to save Violet.

Just like Violet had once risked everything to save him.

Victoria kept dialing, desperate to reach McNeil—to beg him to come back and take her with him to Winding Peak Lane to see their daughter.

If something really was wrong, she needed to be there, ready to bring Gwyneth home.

But no matter how many times she called, no one ever picked up.

The cold inside the car intensified, numbing her to the bone. In ten more minutes, she’d be frozen stiff.

With no other choice, Victoria abandoned the useless car by the roadside, bracing herself as she stepped out into the storm.

The whole street lay buried under snow. Each step she took left deep, heavy footprints behind her, and as she trudged forward through the biting wind, she kept trying McNeil’s number again and again.

Her fingers were so numb she could barely grasp the phone, but still, no one answered.

Meanwhile, McNeil raced back to Winding Peak Lane as fast as he could.