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?"

standing nearby couldn't help but stifle a giggle behind

Langford is brutal-she even wants the

even swearing. "Victoria, you need to

care anymore. She'd leave everything

so attached to the place I lived in for over a year, keep it. With my resources now, I can buy whatever I

them. "What the hell do you want? This is a country of laws-are

on the list, her

a country of laws. And in a lawful society, it takes some nerve to accept gifts from another

looked up, her eyes sharp as steel, pinning Violet in

Violet's cheeks flushed crimson.

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 of Mrs. Langford, stole my place in

me, it would have been someone

over the