The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 420

Violet stood frozen, utterly stunned, as the guests below the stage began to rise from their seats.

In this world of the elite, everyone measured each other by family background and power. Violet, who'd only managed to gain a little recognition in the business world because of her connection to McNeil, was suddenly exposed for who she really was. Now that her true identity was revealed, not a single person in the room spared her a glance.

To them, simply attending the wedding of a fraud was humiliation enough.

They'd only come out of respect for the Langford family name. But with McNeil fleeing the ceremony, and the only CEO of Golden Era Enterprises vanishing- leaving his so-called fiancée's niece behind-Violet was left completely alone.

And now, to top it off, she was being led away by police on charges of theft. It was a minor matter, not even worth a formal investigation.

The once-eager reporters quickly lowered their cameras, some even deleting the footage they'd just shot.

They were here to chase high-society scandals, not to broadcast someone's disgrace.

By tomorrow, everything that happened today would vanish without a trace, and Violet's name would never be mentioned again.

Two officers gripped Violet's arms.

"Careful-don't touch the dress," one officer warned his partner with a smirk. "That gown costs more than our annual salaries put together. We're not paying for it if something happens."

The other officer's expression was all business. "Ma'am, please follow our female officer backstage and change out of the dress. We'll have staff keep an eye on your belongings. You may call a family member for bail-otherwise, you'll be held for at least two weeks."

if her world

wasn't about to follow them to

McNeil. You can call him directly-he'll come and

officer looked skeptical. "Your husband? We haven't seen Mr. Langford here. If

her phone and dialed McNeil's number. It rang for what felt like forever

"Violet, I'm sorry-"

raw, like he'd been

the phone, Violet's whole body shook. "McNeil, I'm not blaming you. Please, come bail me out. They're saying I stole Victoria's dress-I didn't know

to repeat herself, McNeil finally spoke, his voice

not to touch

the shift in

loved it

you or not doesn't matter. The dress belongs to

that, he hung

She never imagined McNeil would abandon her like

a minute! I'll call my aunt-she'll come for

trembling hands, she dialed Yulia's number. The moment the

help