The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 380

Simms was furious-he couldn't stand to stay here another minute. If he lingered any longer, he'd feel as though his intelligence was being insulted.

He stormed out, barely glancing back at Yulia, his anger simmering just below the surface.

"What are you doing standing around? Move it," he snapped.

Yulia had no choice but to abandon Violet and follow Simms out. After all, when disaster struck, the innocent could easily get caught in the crossfire.

Not even the old Victoria had ever been so ruthless. Just now, when Victoria asked her and Simms how long they'd been together, Yulia's heart nearly leapt out of her throat.

No one knew better than she did that her relationship with Simms had started long before he married Edith. The only reason Simms agreed to marry Edith was because she came from a well-connected family.

In reality, only the Turners, Simms, and Yulia knew the truth. When Edith married Simms, she was already three months pregnant by someone else-Simms had married into the mess, a ready-made husband for a child that wasn't his.

For someone of Edith's pedigree, getting pregnant before marriage was a scandal the Turner family could scarcely bear.

At the time, the Turners wanted Edith to enter into a proper alliance, but she flatly refused; she was determined to keep the baby. Her father, Mann Turner, was at his wit's end. In the end, he picked Simms-a clever young employee at the family company.

an offer: if

own.

If this was his ticket to

attentive, even doting. But Edith's heart was elsewhere. No matter how hard Simms tried,

had been together long before the marriage-no legal paperwork, just a small ceremony in the countryside. The Turners knew nothing, and Simms hadn't said a word. After marrying Edith, he went back to Yulia, sobbing, swearing he'd been forced, begging her

a better match if she left. As Simms's

Victoria probably didn't know. She wasn't Simms's

had started to suspect, but before she could piece everything together, McNeil and Violet's drama

simply too much for Victoria to

she wanted to. The auditors kept her busy, making her review every last possession, checking each item against their lists. Victoria remained perfectly composed, but

emotional. Even the officers were starting to

getting late. Perhaps we should continue tomorrow?" one of

yard was already flooded with light, the lamps

Violet's legs were trembling.

page. Apart from a few bathroom breaks, she hadn't left the spot— the officers

that "run" was the right word, Violet thought. For her, leaving wasn't an act of guilt-she never acknowledged, not even to herself,