The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 6

The mansion was a perfect replica of the home Victoria and McNeil once shared.

As Victoria and Yasmine stepped into the foyer, they were greeted by a soaring six-meter-high ceiling. An enormous crystal chandelier poured light from above, shimmering across the space. Floor-to-ceiling windows surrounded them on all sides, looking out onto a snow-covered lawn-fresh flakes had blanketed the grass in the recent storms.

A voice called out from the grand spiral staircase. "McNeil, is that you?"

Descending slowly, Violet appeared in a wedding gown, each movement setting off a thousand points of light from the Swarovski crystals embedded in the fabric. She looked radiant and ethereal, the dress sparkling as she made her way down. Yasmine's jaw dropped when she recognized the dress-wasn't that Victoria's...?

Victoria had braced herself for this, but nothing could prepare her for the sight of the wedding dress she'd spent nearly a year designing and perfecting, now clinging to Violet's frame. The pain hit her like a punch.

From the top of the stairs, Violet had seen McNeil's car pull up, but she hadn't expected Victoria to walk in. Their eyes met. In that instant, Violet lost her footing and tumbled down the staircase.

A housekeeper, just returning from shoveling snow in the yard, gasped in horror. "Mrs. Langford-!"

lowered her gaze, a sly smile playing at her lips.

to a stop at Victoria's feet. Yasmine stepped in front of the housekeeper, blocking

line of men in dark suits- her

frozen in fear, clearly bewildered by the

upright, awkward and disheveled, but

dress was a tight squeeze on Violet's curvier frame, making her seem almost swollen. She was half

wonder how Violet had managed to wedge

Violet stammered, embarrassment coloring her voice. Victoria glanced around, confirming what she already suspected: every inch of this place was a carbon copy

down gracefully, and lifted her chin, every gesture radiating poise

off," she

moment, Violet thought Victoria seemed reasonable, and her own courage grew.

brow furrowing. The thought of taking off her dress in front