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."

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

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

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

you're pitiful," Violet

it! What the hell are you

the entrance. He stood in

had arrived,

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

ground, she rushed across the room and shoved Victoria

picking on Ms. Marchand?

the edge of the coffee table, her forehead

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

"McNeil, Gwyn..."

eyes. "I saw your car outside. I thought it was you, but then

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

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