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,

Do you realize Victoria holds fifty percent of our family's shares? If she vanishes and decides to come back

life navigating the cutthroat world of business, priding himself

a woman who'd lost the person she

moment he'd heard the news, all he'd been able to think

percent of the family's shares ever

girl, Violet-you should send her away as soon 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

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

quietly slipping out

sooner had he stepped into the hallway than

Gwyneth, calling

you find Mommy? Is it true-did Mommy really

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

was why Violet was upset. She'd been about to

Victoria was her real mommy. She'd burst into

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

thing out of her mouth-punctuated by sniffles-was about