The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 20

Victoria might have ignored her own calls out of anger, but she could hardly avoid picking up when Violet rang.

When Gwyneth finally heard her father say that her mom was all right, the worry that had weighed on her heart for days at last lifted; she calmed down, and the tears that had come so easily no longer threatened to spill at every little thing.

Her sadness had lingered until Mr. McNeil told her that Victoria wasn't dead. The truth was, she cared about her mom more than she wanted to admit. But as soon as McNeil suggested she call Victoria, her mood soured again.

Dad had been home with Violet, everything was fine, and then, early this morning, he'd left. Violet told her the police called and said Mom was dead, which could only mean one thing-

Mom was up to her old tricks, trying to lure Dad back.

Gwyneth didn't agree to call right away. Instead, she asked sullenly, "Dad, are you at home now?"

"No, I'm not."

settled it-Dad hadn't fallen for Mom's ploy, but Mom was definitely hiding somewhere. Otherwise,

way she was going to call her. Her mother was far too cunning; Gwyneth was sure this was just some test to see if Dad still cared. If she called, Mom would tell Dad where she was, and he'd drop everything to go find her,

She could eat when she liked, sleep when she pleased, and spend all day

probably make her go back to school, and

like that night, I'll be scared to death. Oh no, my smartwatch is running out of battery. Gotta go charge

"Gwyn-"

McNeil could finish, her watch had already powered

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Evermore City

to. I'm giving you twenty-four hours to

in her car, and the police had even released her ID number to the press. If they kept

Langford family," Madonna Nelson's voice droned from the phone, her number and name— unchanged for years-lighting up Victoria's screen. "Back then, McNeil and Violet were practically engaged. You were the one who agreed to keep your marriage a secret after the wedding. Now you've stirred up this

slow and measured, with an air of superiority that brooked no argument-each word deliberate, heavy, and