The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 198

Victoria double-checked everything before finally allowing herself to sit upright, a bit of tension leaving her shoulders.

Yasmine had driven her to the hospital, where Osborn had already been in surgery for half an hour. Another thirty minutes, and he’d be out. Victoria waited anxiously, unable to relax until the doctor finally emerged from the operating room.

“Are you family?” the doctor asked.

“Yes,” Victoria replied, her tone reserved.

The doctor nodded. “Your boyfriend will be all right, but he needs plenty of rest. And he can’t do any more intense sports—next time, he might not be so lucky.”

Victoria didn’t bother to clarify her relationship with Osborn; there was no need. She simply thanked the doctor. As the nurses wheeled Osborn toward his room, she unexpectedly crossed paths with McNeil in the hallway.

Husband and wife met face to face. Victoria immediately understood he was here with Violet.

There was no way to avoid it, so she broke the silence. “Is Ms. Marchand badly hurt?”

McNeil’s lips twisted in a bitter smirk. “Is that meant to sound like concern? No wonder the whole company was glued to the race—except for you.”

He didn’t bother saying anything more, just strode past her coldly. When he saw Victoria standing beside the gurney, watching over another man, his expression darkened even further.

So this was her life after their separation—one new admirer after another. McNeil realized he’d never noticed just how popular she was with men.

A sudden, ugly question crept into his mind: had Victoria ever cheated on him during their marriage?

Violet Marchand—she wasn’t even a Miller by blood, and yet the whole family was worried sick about her.

All her life, Edith had wanted the approval of Janice, who had nothing to her name but her pride and stubbornness. In the end, Janice would rather welcome a stranger—her son’s lover’s niece—than accept her own daughter-in-law and granddaughter.

“Boss, how’s Mr. Clark?” Slater’s voice snapped Victoria from her thoughts.

She glanced at him, forcing a small smile. “He’s fine. He’s in his room now.”

Victoria no longer cared about the Miller family. Once she’d stopped seeing them as family, their actions and judgments lost all power over her.

Slater hesitated, then asked, “And that woman driver—the one who was brought here too? Is it true she stole your identity? Why is everyone online saying she’s ‘Vivian’?”