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 Lane. Mr. Langford's

toppled, and a

the wound blooming in her chest,

Peak Lane. Midhill

McNeil's secret love nest.

the advice of

herself, as long as McNeil treated her and their child well, there was no point obsessing

father-in-law had shrugged it off: "A man straying

and nobody could

But now-

and now even the wedding dress for their anniversary had ended

time, she couldn't just turn a blind

wine bottles at Victoria's feet.

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

scent of alcohol as she

the

her as the trophy wife the tabloids made her out to

the last time Victoria had spiraled like this-lost and hollow-eyed-she'd nearly taken her

Langford—" Yasmine

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