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!"

the housekeeper, who hurried

"When did she leave?"

clearly been vacant for a

Langford moved out

A month.

tightened, a vein throbbing at his temple. He'd been thinking about her constantly, while she'd been

from downstairs-someone was delivering a wedding

been altered and is ready

the boutique manager. "Who told you to send the dress

manager blinked, confused. She

your

of the

screen-sure enough, it was

still have your own

We're really sorry about the mix-up; my

disciplinary action."

His eyes darkened slightly.

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

thread was

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

there was no way ever

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