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 invitation to

his expression a little hard

these yourself?

inwardly but kept her expression smooth. "You know

You two are close-surely that's

was loaded with something she couldn't

silent. What he really wanted to know was whether

him: "What is

Congratulations, Violet. I hope you two have a long and happy

"Yes. We're going to be very

offered the usual words of celebration.

decipher what any of it meant. But it didn't matter-she was about to marry

Later, she phoned McNeil.

a suit tailored for you for the wedding. When do you have time to try it

already taken on the role-organizing his life in every detail. She'd promised herself:

the phone distractedly. It took Violet asking the same question twice

"Whatever. You decide."

say anything else, he hung

up in her own excitement, Violet

morning of the wedding, she expected a fleet