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.

remember? The last time she took out the Ferrari, it broke down in a snowstorm. Someone died in her car, have you

shaky laugh, tears threatening to

developer of that racing game," McNeil

Violet's throat. She stared at McNeil, all pretense gone, and practically

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

back to the apartment Grandpa bought

away. The final break between them was

"What about Gwyneth? Have you forgotten

to the last thread of hope, convinced

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 "Gwyneth's already withdrawn from

hope

at him in disbelief. "You're really taking Gwyneth to Evermore City? Are you insane? You don't love Victoria. Gwyneth doesn't even like her. Why drag her back into your lives if you've both already decided to

voice raw, "Look at me, McNeil, please. Please, just look at me. Your grandfather took everything from me-I can never have children now. All I

mask of indifference, colder than she'd

soon as Gwyneth learned I was divorcing Victoria, she cried

walked away, not