The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 413

Violet and McNeil's wedding was in full swing, the preparations growing more frenetic by the day.

Yet McNeil seemed wholly uninterested. Violet had considered telling him that the date had already been announced to the press-every major outlet would be sending crews to broadcast the wedding live-but lately, McNeil had been conspicuously busy.

He hadn't set foot in her apartment, nor returned to the house he'd once shared with Victoria. Gwyneth had been sent to stay with his family at the old estate. Compared to the lively bustle on Violet's end, McNeil's world felt cold and silent.

Since she was discharged from the hospital, McNeil had barely set foot anywhere she was.

She'd brought the wedding gown back from his house, and the more Violet looked at it, the more she adored it.

But there was a problem-Victoria had a curvier figure but a slimmer waist, and no matter how many times Violet tried the dress on, she couldn't quite squeeze

into it. If she forced it, the Swarovski crystals would pop right off.

Resigned, she called the bridal shop and asked them to alter it to her measurements.

The closer the wedding day drew, the more uneasy Violet felt. More than once, she woke in the middle of the night, sweating from a nightmare in which Victoria tried to kill her.

She'd switch on the lamp and stare into the silent darkness, then find herself laughing at her own nerves.

Victoria would never cross paths with McNeil again. That chapter was closed.

It was just a dream, she reminded herself. What was there to worry about?

next morning, Violet hand-delivered a wedding

expression a

these yourself?

inwardly but kept her expression smooth. "You know

You two are close-surely that's

she couldn't quite place. "Right...

something, then fell silent. What he really

him: "What is

two have a long and

dazzling smile. "Yes. We're going

neither of them offered the usual words of

meant. But it didn't

Later, she phoned McNeil.

wedding. When do you have time

taken on the role-organizing his life in every detail. She'd promised herself: once she married McNeil, she would be the perfect wife, both at

It took Violet asking the same question twice

"Whatever. You decide."

she could say anything else, he

excitement, Violet

expected a fleet of cars