The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 440

"Violet, don't push it."

“Push it? You're my husband now. What, am I not allowed to pay her a visit? If she was so capable, why didn't she make you come home when you were still together? Now that you're divorced, she's suddenly playing the seductress."

Seeing Victoria heavily pregnant made Violet's nerves snap.

That shameless woman-Victoria had gone behind her back and gotten herself pregnant. Violet had always thought she was a step ahead, but clearly, Victoria was the one with the deeper game. She'd realized McNeil didn't want her anymore, so she used the child as leverage to win him back. But Violet wasn't Victoria, she wouldn't just roll over like Victoria used to. She was going to make McNeil leave with her, no matter what.

McNeil's voice was icy cold. "I don't hit women, but don't cross the line. Violet, that wedding between us meant nothing. From the very start, it was just to fulfill your wish, not mine."

Victoria shot them both a frosty stare. "If you two want to put on some twisted lovers' drama, do it in your own home. Don't come here and pollute my space. McNeil, take your woman and get out."

She stood and headed to her bedroom. McNeil was already dragging Violet out the door.

Violet fought back, shouting, "Victoria, quit hiding like a coward. If you've got the guts, come at me head-on instead of scheming in the dark! Stealing someone else's husband-how dignified of you!"

McNeil pulled Violet out into the hallway, his expression stone-cold and remote.

"You done?"

him. "No. Come back to Starfall City

nerve ticked

enough. You have three minutes to disappear, and don't

out a disbelieving, bitter

how you treat me? Don't forget, I'm

voice dropped, razor-sharp. "Who gave you

"Come upstairs,"

at him, aghast. "What

where you belong. You're out on bail, not acquitted. I've already called the Starfall City police-they'll take you back to county lockup until your trial.

"McNeil, how can you be so ungrateful? Did you forget I once saved

glacial, utterly devoid

Randy a few more years. I've told you before: what we had was just childhood companionship, not love. I've paid back your kindness a hundred times over. If you still think it's not enough, you're welcome to come

That's my cross to bear, and I accept it. But from the moment I gave you that wedding, you should have known-I don't owe you

to hear, though she'd known them deep down all

on Winding Peak Lane for her, but never spent a single night there—not once had he crossed the line between man and woman. He gave her everything she wanted: