The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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 seconds.

tone thick with disdain. "I've never seen such

erupted into chaos. Violet was completely restrained, yet the stubborn glint in her eyes spoke of victory, not

you're pitiful," Violet

it! What the hell

out from the entrance. He stood in the doorway,

arrived,

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

saw Violet pinned to the ground, she rushed across the room and shoved Victoria aside, her small hands pushing with all her

picking on Ms.

of the coffee table, her forehead striking

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

"McNeil, Gwyn..."

thought it was you, but then Victoria barged in like a madwoman, demanding I take off my dress. She even tore

shifted from Victoria to the torn wedding dress on Violet. He froze, suddenly realizing what she