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.

time she took out the Ferrari, it broke down

let out a shaky laugh,

racing game," McNeil said quietly. "That was

McNeil, all pretense gone, and practically shouted, "So what, McNeil?

replied, "she

gave her one last look. "Go back to the apartment Grandpa bought you, or

away. The final break between them was swift and

you forgotten

of hope, convinced McNeil wouldn't abandon

with Victoria," he said flatly. "Gwyneth's

hope in his eyes-a glimpse of

Gwyneth doesn't even like her. Why drag her

"Look at me, McNeil, please. Please, just look at me. Your grandfather took everything from me-I can never have children now. All I have left is you and Gwyneth. Don't leave me behind.

had become a mask of

divorcing Victoria, she cried for an entire day. No

walked away,