The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 278

Chapter 278

Violet's face drained of color; her lips trembled, and her words tumbled out in a panic.

The man, oblivious to her fear, stood abruptly and seized her hand. He forced a ring-one he'd clearly bought in advance-onto her finger, jamming it onto her left hand.

"You're Vivian. Stop lying to me," he insisted, his voice thick with obsession. "I've loved you for years. I've saved every photo of you, watched every race you've ever competed in.

My bedroom walls are covered with your posters. I even used computer software to strip away your clothes in a photo-just one, but I keep it hidden in my wallet."

He sounded intoxicated by his own fantasies, his words sickeningly crude.

"I look at you every day, think about you every night. Sometimes I even touch your pictures. Vivian, marry me."

Violet reeled from his words, on the verge of fainting.

"I'm not I swear, I'm not her..."

Once, she'd worn the name Vivian as a badge of honor. Now, faced with this deranged man, she wanted nothing more than to run.

spilled down her cheeks as she slid

more

you not be Vivian? You're the queen of the Formula One circuit. The only female

I'm just one of them. The thought

I'll ever love. Please, Vivian, say you'll marry

trembling, her eyes wide

got the wrong person-I only

crashed. Another woman took the trophy. She's Vivian. Go find

sobbed, curling into herself, shaking like a leaf in

"You can't

lunged for her-but suddenly, a group of people

"Freeze! On the ground-now!"

behind your

his arms and forcing him

he shrieked, his cries

her finger and flung it away. It bounced across the floor, rolling until it

number and called for Maynard

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