The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 7

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."

floor in a matter

up her sleeves, her tone thick with disdain. "I've never seen such

room erupted into chaos. Violet was completely restrained, yet the stubborn glint in her eyes spoke

pitiful," Violet

What the hell are you

voice rang out from the entrance. He stood in the doorway, Gwyneth by

had arrived, after

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

rushed across the room

on Ms. Marchand? Mommy,

edge of the coffee table, her forehead

one as guarded as Victoria-it was clear Gwyneth had thrown every ounce of strength she

"McNeil, Gwyn..."

them made Violet's composure crumble. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I saw your car outside. I thought it was you, but then Victoria barged in like a madwoman, demanding I take off

torn wedding dress on Violet. He froze, suddenly

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