The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 19

Langford Mansion

In the study, the tea sitting on the desk had long since gone cold.

The old man paced back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, wearing a path into the slate floor.

Finally, McNeil arrived. Normally striking, his face was drawn with exhaustion, deep shadows pooling beneath his eyes.

He hadn't slept properly in days.

A porcelain teacup clattered to the floor near McNeil's feet, spilling tea everywhere.

"Where is she? The news is all over the place-saying Victoria's dead. Is that really her in the morgue?"

The old man's reaction to the news wasn't shock or grief, but barely contained rage.

McNeil looked as tired as he felt, but there was no sadness in his expression. "No," he answered flatly.

He'd gone straight to the police to identify the body. Of course, it wasn't Victoria.

knew would never be so foolish-stranded in a snowstorm, car out of gas and broken down,

find her. Do you realize Victoria holds fifty percent of

world of business, priding himself on reading people. But Victoria had

person

he'd been able to think about was whether Victoria was still

of the family's shares ever be worth

family's done more than enough for her. I've played along for your sake, helped

tell you, we'll all be out on

nothing, quietly slipping out of the

he stepped into the hallway than his

Gwyneth, calling from her

Mommy? Is

cheerful, eaten breakfast, and gone looking for Violet to chat. Instead, she'd found Violet sobbing

Violet was upset. She'd been about to stand

Gwyneth had grown close to Violet lately, Victoria was her real mommy. She'd burst into tears right then and there, and nothing Violet

heart was heavy with worry, and

first thing