The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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.

down her cheeks as she

grew more manic, his madness on

not be Vivian? You're the queen of the

many men worship you? I'm just one of them. The thought of

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

trembling, her eyes wide with terror as

You've got the wrong

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

sobbed, curling into herself, shaking like a leaf in

"You can't fool me that

lunged for her-but suddenly, a group

"Freeze! On the ground-now!"

behind

him, pinning his arms and forcing him face-down

his cries animalistic, refusing

and flung it away. It bounced across the floor,

himself he found Victoria's number and called