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

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

restrained, yet the stubborn glint in her eyes

pitiful," Violet

What the

entrance. He stood in the doorway,

arrived,

had no idea how Victoria had tracked

ground, she rushed across the

Ms.

the coffee table, her forehead

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

"McNeil, Gwyn..."

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

torn wedding dress on Violet. He froze, suddenly realizing

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