The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 2

“Daddy, did Mommy follow us?”

Violet’s voice was soft and almost a whisper. “Let me go talk to Victoria. I’m sure she just misunderstood.”

On the phone, Victoria’s reply was chilly, almost inhuman.

“That won’t be necessary. There’s no misunderstanding.”

She slowly set down her phone and fixed her gaze on Yasmine in the driver’s seat. “Drive.”

When they returned to the house, Yasmine walked beside Victoria, quietly giving her a report.

“Ms. Marchand dated your husband for years. The two of them were so close, everyone thought they’d get married. But Ms. Marchand can’t have children, so Mr. Langford’s grandfather refused to approve the marriage. That’s why—”

Yasmine trailed off, but Victoria smiled faintly.

“That’s why he married me.”

One daughter wasn’t enough for the Langford family. Just last month, McNeil’s father made it clear he expected a second child.

Another child?

Ha.

Was this all just careful preparation to make sure Violet could take her place in the family? This way, the next Mrs. Langford wouldn’t even have to endure pregnancy—she’d simply inherit a husband, a son, and a daughter, all gift-wrapped and ready.

What a plan. What a scheme.

Yasmine leaned closer. “The good news is, Violet was diagnosed with stomach cancer three months ago. The doctors say she has about a year left.”

Victoria’s breath caught.

Stomach cancer. That’s what McNeil’s grandfather had, too.

Truly, what a family—they even got sick the same way.

Night deepened. The grandfather clock struck ten, its chimes echoing through the quiet house.

A fire crackled in the living room fireplace, but Victoria sat wide awake on the couch, staring into the flames.