Chapter 7

The servant who'd tried to sneak outside and warn McNeil was quickly dragged back in.

"What do you think you're doing? This is Mr. and Mrs. Langford's home!"

Yasmine stepped forward and slapped the servant, making sure she understood her place.

"The real Mrs. Langford is right here in front of you," Yasmine snapped. "There's no other Mrs. Langford."

Victoria's eyes narrowed, her delicate finger pointing directly at Violet, who still hadn't made any move to take off the wedding dress.

"Hold her down," Victoria ordered.

For the first time, Violet's calm mask cracked, revealing a flash of cold defiance.

"You have no right to do this. If your husband doesn't want you anymore, coming here to make a scene won't change anything. Love or not, that was settled six years ago. If McNeil finds out what you're doing to me, he'll divorce you."

hesitation, pinning Violet to the floor in a matter of

up her sleeves, her tone thick with disdain. "I've never seen such a brazen mistress. Who do you

completely restrained, yet the

you're pitiful,"

What the hell

from the entrance. He stood in the doorway, Gwyneth by

arrived,

crept over him. He had no idea how Victoria had tracked them down, but it was clear-there was no way to hide it any

to the ground, she rushed across the room and shoved

you picking on Ms. Marchand? Mommy, you're a bad

and fell against the edge of the coffee table, her forehead striking

a child to push an adult down-especially one as guarded as Victoria-it was clear Gwyneth had

"McNeil, Gwyn..."

welled up in her eyes. "I saw your car outside. I thought it was

to the torn wedding dress on Violet. He froze,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255