The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 258

"Who is it?"

As his grip tightened around her throat, Victoria felt as though she might suffocate. Her vision blurred at the edges, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out.

This time, McNeil was truly furious. Realizing she was struggling to breathe, he loosened his hold—just enough to let her gasp for air.

"You and Marcus. Did you sleep with him?"

Ever since he'd first brought up divorce, she'd wondered how many men he thought she'd taken to bed. He accused her of being kept by someone, seducing Curtis at Quantum Core Technologies and turning him into her puppet. And now, apparently, she'd set her sights on Marcus too.

"McNeil, let me go—"

Victoria tried to break free, but the harder she fought, the more it seemed to excite him.

Despair settled in as she realized there was no way to overpower him. The terror that comes right before death—she felt it, raw and real.

McNeil looked like a demon risen straight from hell, his eyes burning crimson in the dark, brimming with fury that threatened to tear the world apart.

He released her, only to shove her roughly onto the backseat. Before she could catch her breath, he pinned her wrists above her head, trapping her beneath him. Victoria saw in his eyes exactly what he intended, and her struggles grew frantic.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you've forgotten what we used to do, just because it's been a while."

He yanked at her blouse without the slightest hint of pity, tearing it open. Victoria felt like a butterfly, stripped bare and pinned, helpless to escape.

Her pale arms glimmered in the faint light, smooth and flawless as polished marble, and the sight only seemed to ignite something reckless in McNeil.

"McNeil, do you even know what you look like right now?"