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

disdain. "I've never seen such a brazen mistress. Who

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

pitiful,"

What the hell are

out from the entrance. He stood in the doorway,

had arrived,

idea how Victoria had tracked them down, but it was clear-there was no

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

picking on Ms. Marchand? Mommy,

forehead striking the corner. Blood immediately began to trickle from

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

"McNeil, Gwyn..."

her eyes. "I saw your car outside. I thought it was you, but then Victoria barged in like a madwoman, demanding I take off my

as his gaze shifted from Victoria to the torn wedding

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