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.

down her cheeks as she slid weakly to

the man only grew more manic, his madness on full

You're the queen of the Formula One circuit. The only female mechanical engineer in the

of them. The thought of holding you at night, touching you, it makes me shake with

ever love. Please, Vivian,

clamped her hands over her ears, trembling, her eyes wide

not! You've got the wrong person-I only drive, I'm

last F1 race? I crashed. Another woman took

shaking like a

"You can't

for her-but suddenly, a group of people burst

"Freeze! On the ground-now!"

move-hands behind your

his arms and forcing

his cries animalistic, refusing to beg for

ring from her finger and flung it away. It bounced across

he found Victoria's number and called for

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