The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 381

Chapter 381

"If you can't come up with the money, that's fine," Victoria said coolly. "I happen to know a few people at the bank—they're offering loans at the moment. If you don't mind, I could introduce you to some of them."

Her eyes were icy, cold enough to freeze you on the spot.

"I don't care how you do it. Every penny you gained by exploiting my marriage to McNeil-you'll return it. Remember, you have ten days. When the deadline's up, if I don't have my money, I'll see you in court."

With that, Victoria turned on her heel and strode away, her bodyguards and staff falling in behind her, leaving Violet alone on the ground.

Violet sat collapsed in the yard, bathed in the harsh glow of the porch lights. She had never felt so cold, so utterly helpless.

"Victoria..." she whispered, voice trembling.

She clutched at the dirt beneath her until her fingernails drew blood, the grit caking her palms.

Meanwhile, Yasmine had been waiting for Victoria outside. She'd dozed off in the back of the luxury van, only to wake up to darkness settling over the city.

"Ms. Turner..."

At last, she saw Victoria emerge from the building.

Victoria slid into the back seat, exhaustion barely visible on her otherwise composed face.

"Let's go home."

of the Turner estate. Midway, after a

isn't the right

Ms. Turner, this is the route

realize she hadn't told Yasmine-they weren't

today. I promised to be home to celebrate with

nodded, understanding dawning. So Ms. Turner was going back to her own house after all. But if she'd just filed for divorce at court today, why would she want to celebrate with McNeil-her soon-to-be ex-husband? Why not bring Gwyneth

was just Victoria's assistant; some questions were

car arrived at McNeil's villa, Victoria stepped out and told Yasmine to head back and wait

inside, Xenia heard movement and hurried to open the door. When she saw

hadn't seen Mrs. McNeil. The tension in the house was palpable everyone could tell that Mr. McNeil was in a foul mood. The staff

seeing Victoria, Xenia finally

"Mummy, Mummy! You're back!"

a little bird. Victoria

but he wouldn't. He just said you were working, and you'd be home when you finished. It's so late—I

earlier, told her it was her birthday, hoping Violet would invite her over. But Violet had simply said she was busy, then hung up. Gwyneth was left

handed Gwyneth a pretty gift box.

music box, with a tiny dancer twirling gracefully to the melody.

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