The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 444

Violet stared at McNeil, struggling to process his words.

"Vivian, is that you?"

He asked again, and Violet's eyes instantly filled with tears.

"Does it matter?" she choked out. "Whether I'm Vivian or someone else does it really matter to you, McNeil? Is that the only reason you want to be with me, because of who I might be?"

Her nerves were frayed; she wasn't Vivian, and once, she could have admitted that openly in front of him. But now, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

After that last rally, the crash-no one believed she could be the dazzling woman behind the wheel, let alone the team's supposed mechanical engineer. If she claimed to be Vivian now, her entire story would unravel under scrutiny. One lie would only lead to more, and eventually, it would all become impossible to explain.

"It matters to me," McNeil said quietly. "If you're not Vivian, then there's only one person who is."

He watched her, taking in every flicker of panic that crossed her face.

Her secrets were none of his business, or they wouldn't have been-except she'd crossed Victoria's line. And now, all of Violet's bad luck, all the mishaps—it wasn't coincidence. This had Victoria's fingerprints all over it.

The last time she took out the

let out a shaky laugh,

of that racing game," McNeil said quietly.

at McNeil, all pretense gone, and practically shouted, "So what, McNeil? Even if she is Vivian,

the very least," McNeil replied, "she never lied

"Go back to the apartment Grandpa bought you,

that, he turned away. The final break between them was swift

forgotten how she feels? She never

last thread of hope, convinced McNeil wouldn't abandon her

with Victoria," he said flatly. "Gwyneth's already withdrawn from

spark of hope in his eyes-a glimpse of the

Victoria. Gwyneth doesn't even like her. Why drag her back into your lives if you've both already decided to leave her

Your grandfather took everything from me-I can never have children now. All I have

face had become a mask of indifference, colder than

soon as Gwyneth learned I was divorcing Victoria, she cried for an entire day.

and walked away,