The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 12

The wall clock struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the empty house. He'd been on his feet all day, exhausted to the bone, and could have just crashed on the couch at work. But the thought of his wife waiting at home drove him out into the bitter, wintry night, forcing his way back here even as the world slept.

"I need to thank you," he said quietly, his voice rough with fatigue. "Not just with words. Victoria-thank you."

Thinking of Violet's successful surgery, the tension in his chest finally loosened, just a little. His Victoria-always in his corner, always thinking of him first.

"You mean you want to thank me because I saved your old flame?" Victoria's laugh was sharp and cold, laced with a bitterness she didn't bother to hide.

For the past two weeks, she'd called him who knows how many times, searched for him, begged for even a glance—and he hadn't come home, not even once.

But now, moved by guilt for his childhood sweetheart, he'd finally remembered her existence—and wanted to repay her with his body, as if that was some grand gesture.

"I mean it," McNeil insisted, his tone earnest. "I've already sent your wedding dress in for repairs. It should be back in ten days."

His words twisted in her chest, hurting her more than she cared to admit.

"Well, I suppose I should thank you, Mr. Langford."

full of love-now empty, stripped of

the third step on the staircase, her dark hair catching the hallway light as she

thank me. Violet's life was saved

her eye, her lips twisting into a cold, merciless smile.

Find some time

mind that Victoria-who never cared about profit or loss, who only ever wanted to grow old with him-could turn

hear something inside him shatter, the pain seizing his heart in

Victoria-

he been wrong about her all along? Victoria headed upstairs. Their daughter hadn't come home; she

recovering and McNeil had

house. Recognizing the familiar number, the housekeeper must have thought it was McNeil calling,

firm. The housekeeper hesitated, realizing it was a woman's voice, and

McNeil is back, right? That house still belongs to me. Hang up on me and you'll all have lawyer's

to earn a living, not get caught up in her employers' drama. "Please hold

silence followed as the housekeeper hurried off to