The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 964

“I made breakfast. Shall we eat together downstairs?”

As Maeve spoke, Layne affectionately pinched her cheek.

“Not today. I have a crucial board meeting at the firm. Go ahead and eat without me.”

Maeve opened her mouth to protest, but Layne was already pulling the bedroom door open and striding toward the stairs. He was impeccably dressed, having styled his own suit and knotted his own tie without borrowing her hands.

She followed him out, her face draining of color as she chewed her lower lip so hard it nearly bled.

Once his car disappeared from the driveway, Maeve stood alone in the kitchen. Spread across the marble island was an elaborate breakfast—a perfect mix of pancakes, bacon, and delicate pastries, all tailored meticulously to Layne’s tastes. Staring at the feast, she violently swept the plates off the counter, sending porcelain and food crashing to the hardwood floor.

She was practically hyperventilating with rage. Something felt incredibly off. Where had she miscalculated? Had he finally caught onto her lies?

She quickly dismissed the thought. She had played her part flawlessly for two years. He hadn't shown a shred of doubt until now. Perhaps Layne was simply acting distant because he was still grieving the horrific deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Everhart.

Staring at the shattered plates, she realized she needed to scrub the scene clean before this new housekeeper arrived. Having another presence in the penthouse meant her reign of absolute freedom was over.

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