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.

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

you find her. Do you realize Victoria holds fifty percent of our family's shares? If she

life navigating the cutthroat world of business, priding himself on reading people.

who'd lost the person she loved most-who knew what

burned red. The moment he'd heard the news, all he'd been able

shares ever be worth more

enough for her. I've played along for your sake, helped save her life, put on

Victoria's run off, let me tell you, we'll all

quietly slipping out of

into the hallway

calling

did you find Mommy? Is it true-did Mommy really

hadn't seen her father in days. That morning, she'd woken up cheerful, eaten breakfast, and gone looking for Violet to chat. Instead, she'd found Violet sobbing in her room,

Mommy had dragged Daddy away again, and that was why Violet was upset. She'd been about to stand up for Violet when Violet told her the police had found her

her real mommy. She'd burst into tears right then

few days, Gwyneth's heart was heavy with

first thing out