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.

he knew would never be so foolish-stranded in a snowstorm, car out

percent of our family's shares?

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

a woman who'd lost the person

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

fifty percent of the family's shares ever be worth more than Victoria's

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

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

quietly slipping out of the

he stepped into the hallway

was Gwyneth, calling

you find Mommy? Is it

eaten breakfast, and gone looking for Violet to chat.

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

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

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

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