The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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."

"So you never loved me, did you?" Victoria's voice was steady, but there was a quiet finality to it. "You always thought I was the intruder, that I stole another woman's man. Isn't that right?"

At last, he said it outright-he belonged to Violet, not to Victoria.

What, then, had those six years meant the nights spent side by side, his hands

on her body, seeking her out again and again? Was he just pretending?

"Don't be so harsh, Victoria. You knew about her from the beginning."

McNeil's shamelessness made Victoria's face turn ashen.

This was her own fault. She'd known he loved another, yet insisted on marrying him anyway.

She deserved this.

Victoria closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. There was no longing or love left in their depths.noveldrama

"Read it carefully before you sign. If you do, I'll have Dr. Kelvin treat your precious Violet."

McNeil picked up the divorce agreement. With every line he read, his frown deepened.

"You want thirty percent of The Langford Group's shares, and a twenty million annual alimony for one year?"

His face darkened as he reached the eighth line.

"You don't want custody of Gwyn?"

How could she be so ruthless?

McNeil tossed the thin stack of papers to the floor and ground his heel into them.

Her lips stung as his strong fingers pressed down, roughly rubbing against her mouth.

"Mrs. Langford, I leave for a few days and you're already talking divorce?"

Ignoring the fact that the staff could walk by at any moment, McNeil pinned Victoria beneath him right there on the living room couch.

Victoria didn't fight back as he expected; she just lay there motionless, as if she were made of wood.

Every time they fought, this was his answer.

But-

Desire only comes when there's love. And she no longer had any left for him.