The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 3

Victoria spent the entire night sitting alone. The last embers in the fireplace flickered out, but there was still no sign of McNeil.

She picked up the phone and called Yasmine.-

“Take me to the hospital.”

It was midwinter, and last night’s snowfall had left the trees lining the street dusted in silver. The moment she stepped outside, the cold seemed to seep straight into her bones.

Victoria sat by her grandfather-in-law’s bedside, carefully peeling an apple for him with a paring knife.

“McNeil told me you agreed to have another child. That’s good.”

The old man smiled at his granddaughter-in-law, deep wrinkles crinkling with genuine happiness.

She paused mid-peel. “Dr. Kelvin, the stomach cancer specialist, arrived this morning. I want to schedule your surgery as soon as possible. He can only stay in the country for two days.”

The old man nodded. “I trust you, Victoria. If it weren’t for your connections, I doubt we could have brought him here.”

Victoria’s dark eyes were sharp and unwavering. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. Dr. Kelvin will cure you. I promise.”

The next day

McNeil finally returned, exhaustion written all over him.

The moment he saw Victoria, his expression turned cold. But for Violet’s sake, he forced himself to keep his temper in check.

“Was it you who had Dr. Kelvin transferred from Violet’s case?”

Victoria’s tone was calm. “I brought Dr. Kelvin here to save your grandfather’s life, not to play the savior for everyone else. If you want him to treat your beloved, you’ll have to ask him yourself.”

McNeil stared at her, his eyes dark and stormy, anger simmering just beneath the surface—ready to erupt at any moment.

“Why would you do this? She’s dying. She needs the best care.”

Victoria met his gaze, her beautiful eyes eerily calm.

Her voice didn’t waver. “McNeil, let’s be fair. She’s your lover, not mine. I owe nothing to a woman who stole my husband and then has the nerve to ask me for favors. How can you even say that with a straight face?”

She felt she was already being far more tolerant than Violet deserved.

“Victoria, Violet has less than a year left. She gave you me—her whole life.”