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

percent of

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

a woman who'd lost the person she

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

shares ever be worth

send her away as soon as possible. The Langford family's done more than enough for her. I've played along

tell you, we'll all be out

quietly slipping

into the hallway

calling from her

you find Mommy? Is

eaten breakfast, and gone looking for Violet to chat. Instead, she'd found Violet sobbing in her room, skipping breakfast

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

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

few days, Gwyneth's heart was heavy

finally getting through to McNeil, the first thing out of her