The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 410

Simms and Yulia nodded in agreement, both convinced that McNeil had thought of everything. Only Violet knew the truth-every word was a lie she'd spun

herself.

Since the day McNeil had agreed to marry her, nothing else had happened. Every step, every detail, she'd managed on her own.

She'd written the entire guest list alone, planning to show it to McNeil today, and to bring up the question of her wedding dress while she was at it.

Suddenly, Violet remembered the wedding gown Victoria had designed for her own anniversary with McNeil-the one Violet hadn't been able to stop thinking about. She'd tried to bring it home once, but Victoria had snatched it back immediately.

Now that Victoria and McNeil were divorced, and Victoria hadn't even bothered to claim their house—since Gwyn was still living there—it stood to reason the gown was probably still in the closet at McNeil and Victoria's old place.

After lunch with Simms and Yulia, Violet drove straight to McNeil's house.

When the doorbell rang, Xenia opened the door, her expression instantly souring at the sight of Violet.

"Who are you here for this time? Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Langford is home."

It was the weekend, and Gwyn, hearing voices at the door, came running out. When she saw Violet, her face lit up.

"Violet! What are you doing here? I've missed you!"

It had been ages since they'd last seen each other. Smiling, Violet handed Gwyn the gift she'd brought.

just wanted to see

the hand into the house. With a sigh, Xenia relented after all, she was just the housekeeper and had no

wandering through the house, her eyes searching. Xenia, noticing the shift in her demeanor, grew suspicious and

and Mrs. Langford's home. You can't

Violet's gaze turned icy.

McNeil are divorced. The court gave the house to McNeil, and our wedding date is already set. We'll be married

tension between Violet and Xenia was palpable. Gwyn caught wind of

you really going

ruffling

here with you and your dad.

nodded enthusiastically.

her smile faded, and she

here too? But if the three of us all live

spoke her mind freely. She felt she could tell Violet anything-no secrets,

kept her tone light

mom won't be living here anymore. It'll just be

eavesdropping, was stunned. Was it

Mr. Langford? No wonder she hadn't seen

left for good, even leaving Miss Gwyneth behind because of this

one in shock; the entire household staff found it hard to believe. They'd never imagined someone as devoted as Mrs.