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.

a snowstorm, car out of gas and broken down, just waiting passively for

where is she? I don't care what it takes, you find her. Do you realize Victoria holds fifty percent of our family's shares? If she

his life navigating the cutthroat world of business, priding himself on reading people. But Victoria had proven

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

The moment he'd heard the news, all he'd been able to think about was whether

of the family's shares ever be worth more than

as possible. The Langford family's done more than enough for her. I've played along for your sake, helped save her life, put on a show for long enough. She's alive now, and that's

tell

said nothing, quietly slipping out

into the hallway

calling from

did you find Mommy? Is it true-did

in days. That morning, she'd woken up cheerful, eaten breakfast, and gone looking

and that was why Violet was upset. She'd been about to stand up for Violet when Violet told

grown close to Violet lately, Victoria was her real mommy. She'd burst into tears right then and there, and

Daddy unreachable these past few days, Gwyneth's heart was heavy with worry, and she'd lost

the first thing out of her