The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

A fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth doing little to chase away the chill that had settled over the room.

Victoria swirled the red wine in her glass, bringing it to her lips for the occasional sip, her gaze distant and unfocused.

Out in the hallway, Haley stealthily dialed Yasmine. "Yasmine, you need to come see Mrs. Langford. It's barely dawn and she's already drinking."

Two glasses in, the wine was cold on Victoria's tongue, but her heart felt even colder.

She had just gotten off the phone with the bridal shop.

The plan was simple: on their anniversary, the dress would be delivered in the morning. That evening, she'd wear it to the studio, where she and McNeil would have their portrait taken—a keepsake for another year together.

But then, a minor hitch: McNeil had bailed last minute, and she'd somehow forgotten all about the dress herself.

And now-

"Mrs. Langford, we've already delivered the gown. You didn't receive it?"

Victoria frowned. She certainly hadn't.

"Where exactly did you send it?"

Peak

hand slipped; the wine glass toppled, and a splash

into a vivid stain-like the wound blooming in her

Peak Lane. Midhill

McNeil's secret love nest.

McNeil probably thought Victoria had no idea. But she'd always followed the advice of the old folks: "Before marriage, keep your eyes wide open. After marriage,

McNeil treated her and their child well, there was no point

it off: "A man straying now

and nobody

But now-

her mother's keepsake to his sweetheart, turned her daughter against her, and now even the

she couldn't just

empty wine bottles at Victoria's

chaise lounge, eyes glazed but not entirely lost- mostly sober, but with just enough wine in her to blur the

sharp scent

from the world, content to

as the trophy wife the tabloids made her

time Victoria had spiraled like this-lost

Langford—" Yasmine

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