The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Gwyneth called two more times, but Victoria didn't pick up.

On the other end, Gwyneth glared at her watch phone, her little face scrunched up in frustration.

"What did your mom say?"

McNeil asked, feigning a casual tone.

“She said she's busy and won't be coming back for now."

Gwyneth was clearly upset. She'd been trying hard to do what her mom asked- no more falling asleep in class, homework done on time-yet the game her mom had promised still hadn't arrived.

"Alright."

McNeil replied flatly. He headed upstairs, only to find the rooms eerily empty.

He opened the closet; all of Victoria's clothes were gone. Even the bathroom was stripped of her toiletries.

He let out a cold, bitter laugh. After all that—after risking his life to save her-

she'd been planning her escape for some time.

So what was the point of everything he'd done?

"Xenia!"

startled the housekeeper, who hurried

"When did she leave?"

by the room, it had clearly been vacant for a

moved out

A month.

He'd been thinking about her constantly, while she'd been plotting to leave him and

up from downstairs-someone was

been altered

like stone, McNeil went downstairs and addressed the boutique manager. "Who told you to send the dress to

blinked, confused.

did, Mr. Langford. Our manager received your message and that's why

screenshots of the messages between McNeil and their

screen-sure enough, it

you still have

really sorry about the mix-up; my manager and Phave already

disciplinary action."

His eyes darkened slightly.

to the master bedroom he'd once shared with Victoria. McNeil sat on the couch,

thread

remembered messaging the boutique manager, even having a short exchange. He

was no

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