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."

a matter of seconds. They didn't lay a finger on her, because Victoria insisted on

tone thick with disdain. "I've never seen such a brazen mistress. Who do you think

Violet was completely restrained, yet the stubborn glint

pitiful," Violet

it! What the hell

the entrance. He stood in the doorway,

had arrived, after

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

she rushed across the room and shoved Victoria aside, her small hands

you picking on Ms. Marchand?

fell against the edge of the coffee table, her forehead striking the corner. Blood

an adult down-especially one as guarded as Victoria-it was clear Gwyneth

"McNeil, Gwyn..."

of them made Violet's composure crumble. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I saw your car outside. I thought it was you,

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

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