The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 378

Victoria surveyed the courtyard, now overflowing with piles of belongings. Just as she thought they were done, the enforcement officer pulled out yet another stack of inventory lists.

"Ms. Turner, I'm afraid you'll have to verify these items yourself."

The list was endless, so densely packed it made even the officer uneasy. Honestly, the man of this house had zero class-lavishing gifts on his mistress while his wife was left in the dark.

No wonder no one wants to get married anymore. You spend decades as someone's unpaid maid, while the woman on the side just has to show up, take a shower, and walk away with a fortune. Serves men right if they end up alone.

Victoria took the list; every line was a record of Violet's spending.

A bodyguard brought over a chair for Victoria to sit. He positioned it so she could face Violet directly while reading the list aloud.

“March fifth—hair dryer from an online store, four thousand dollars. March seventh -set of cocktail glasses, three thousand. March twenty-eighth-premium fruit from the supermarket: champagne grapes, cherries. And on March thirty-first at seven p.m.-several packs of sanitary pads."

Victoria looked at Violet. "Ms. Marchand, are you planning to return all these items as they are, or would you prefer to reimburse us in cash?"

help but stifle a giggle behind her

Langford is brutal-she even wants

Violet lost her composure and snapped, even

didn't care anymore. She'd leave everything behind-the house, the

a year, keep it. With my resources now, I can buy whatever

to leave, but Victoria's bodyguard and the officers blocked her path. Violet glared at them. "What the hell do you

her gaze on the list, her tone

a country of laws. And in a lawful society, it takes

finally looked up, her eyes sharp as

Violet's cheeks flushed crimson.

and I were meant to be together-we grew up side by side. You're the one who came between us. You're the thief here. You stole my man, stole the title

was calm, almost bored. "If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. What's not yours will

over