The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 394

Violet had been fighting hard for what she wanted these days.

Her marriage to McNeil still gnawed at her like an old wound. Victoria had clung to McNeil for years, desperate for the world's recognition, for that one title she thought would make everything real.

But Violet had made up her mind: everything Victoria ever dreamed of, everything she'd longed for, Violet would take for herself.

And even what Victoria could never have-Violet wanted that too. Only she, Violet, was worthy of McNeil.

She envisioned a grand wedding, the kind that would have all of Starfall City talking for years.

Victoria, that fool, had hovered at McNeil's side for six years and never once earned the right to call herself his wife. And yet she still dared to compete with Violet.

Lately, McNeil had grown thinner with each passing day. Violet's heart ached for him, convinced it was her own suicide attempt and hospital stay that had left him so drained, so hollowed out.

Still, even as she felt sorry for him, she couldn't help but push him.

"McNeil, I know I'm asking too much. But the doctors say my stomach cancer might be coming back. I don't know how much time I have left. It could be tomorrow, or even the next minute. My only wish is to be your bride. I was young and foolish back then-if I hadn't left, you wouldn't have married Victoria."

Violet whispered the words over and over again in McNeil's ear.

Her voice trembled, but she fought back tears; she wanted McNeil to see her pain, her strength, her willingness to endure it all for him.

all these years, it was she who'd made the

certificate, and even a child born of

Nothing. The jealousy

now. The confident, sharp-eyed CEO was gone, replaced with someone hollow,

that. You're not going to

done, was McNeil still unwilling to promise

What was

marry me. He took away my chance to have children-I'll never be a

unchanged, Violet grew

Just stand before everyone in Starfall City and promise you'll marry me. Let me die with somewhere to belong, so I won't be a lost soul. I promise, we don't even have to register the marriage,

confessed her love for McNeil. But he just sat there,

phone rang. He answered it at once, deliberately stepping

crushed, but she refused to give

to her even when she was by McNeil's side. Now

was hoarse when he spoke: "Have you found any news about

on the other end was low, cautious. "Mr. Langford, there's still no

way out of the

long silence on the other end. The longer it lasted,

final. "If she left on a private jet or something similar, we have no authority to search