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."

pinning Violet to the floor in a matter

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

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

pitiful," Violet

the hell

entrance. He stood in the doorway, Gwyneth by

had arrived, after

noticed his car missing, a bad feeling crept over him. He had no idea how Victoria had tracked them down, but it was clear-there was no way to hide it

rushed across the room and shoved Victoria aside, her small hands pushing with all

are you picking on Ms. Marchand? Mommy,

the coffee table, her forehead striking the corner. Blood immediately began to trickle from

to push an adult down-especially one as guarded as Victoria-it was clear Gwyneth had thrown every ounce of strength she

"McNeil, Gwyn..."

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

wavered as his gaze shifted from Victoria to the torn wedding dress

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