The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 395

What stung Violet the most was that, even after all this time, McNeil had never once touched her.

"If I were to die right here, right in front of you, would you still refuse to give me a wedding?" she asked, her voice trembling.

McNeil didn't even hesitate. "No. That's the one thing I can never give you, no matter what. Violet, we'll never have that kind of relationship. But if you want anything else, I'll do my best to get it for you."

Tears streamed down Violet's face, and then, suddenly, she started laughing through her sobs. "Alright, you said it yourself. Anything I want, you'll help me get. Then I want V&S Group."

She stared at McNeil for a long time, waiting for a response that never came. Finally, she let out a bitter laugh. "Don't tell me you can't even manage that. You promised anything but marriage."

She wanted everything Victoria ever cared about; everything Victoria loved or valued, Violet was determined to take for herself.

If McNeil refused her now, it didn't matter. It was only a matter of time.

"He just got divorced he must still have some leftover feelings for Victoria as his ex-wife. But give it three months, six months, a year-will he still be able to say with such certainty that he'll never marry her?" Violet thought. That was impossible. No man could stand to go so long without a woman by his side.

She was about to say more, but McNeil finally spoke.

"Alright."

the Langford Group, a full five percent, and then another fifty percent from his father, though

legally hers. The company belonged to her, but so far, business carried on as usual-Victoria hadn't returned to take over Violet's role, hadn't even

but now that they were divorced, what excuse did he have? Besides, after the way he'd treated Stein, even if he did find Victoria, Stein would probably keep her hidden,

Group tomorrow," he said at last. "I'll be your CEO, as you

she'd show up

her promise to visit Gwyneth three times a week? It was part of

had been a week since the divorce, and Victoria hadn't come to his house to

this time, it was as if every agreement

become a complete liar—and not just any

gone to the Turner family's house, but Haley hadn't so much as opened the

rushed to leave him just to throw

sedan, lighting cigarette after cigarette, unable to shake the

Or had they known each

Was it one of those tragic, unfulfilled loves? Had

became. He couldn't

finally understand what it

of clear judgment. He could barely

man

He didn't even have the courage to call himself