The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 331

Violet held her breath the entire cab ride to McNeil and Victoria's house.

Night had just fallen, and the villa glowed with warm, inviting light.

Inside, McNeil and Victoria sat at the dining table with Gwyneth, the three of them sharing dinner. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, their harmony was on full display. Standing outside the gate, Violet could see everything-every smile, every gesture.

All the words of comfort McNeil had given her on the way over now felt hollow; watching them so happy together shattered her fragile hope in an instant.

Steeling herself, Violet pressed the doorbell. Xenia, the housekeeper, answered. The surprise on her face vanished quickly, replaced by a cold, stony expression.

"Who are you looking for?"

"McNeil-"

She barely got the name out before trying to step inside, but Xenia blocked her with the door.

"I'm sorry, sir and madam are having dinner. No interruptions. If you need to reach Mr. Langford, call his phone."

With that, Xenia made no effort to hide her rudeness and moved to shut the door in Violet's face.

Violet hadn't expected the staff to be so blunt. She pushed at the door, frustration leaking into her voice. "You don't know who I am?”

"Oh, I know. You're the shameless one."

door slammed shut right in her face. Violet's cheeks went bone white with rage. She pulled out

kicking the door in, but reason kept

and Gwyneth, refilling glasses and passing dishes, utterly oblivious to Violet standing outside, her eyes

body was numb with cold, and only then

little family remained blissfully unaware

while Victoria picked out a

at the tech department, she noticed a temporary office had

McNeil

got someone for you. Set him

"Another girlfriend

ruin my reputation. I'm talking about

the hell did

had tried, more than once, to

to interviews, let alone job offers. He had

"He's my cousin."

let out

a

added, "I'll be

Curtis: "???"

the call

desk to the sound of the tech team

you hear? Mr. Garcia brought in the